8 years later...
I don't ever want to go back to that horrid place, prison. It wasn't me, I swear. But no one believed me... Not even the judge...
But I'm out now...finally. Although, I have nothing and no one to go back to. The world has changed, it's different. They treat everyone differently than from what I remember. I mean, it was a free country, but now...
Wait! I have a daughter. I must find her. Woah, I have a daughter. Its been 8 years. By my count, she should be 17 by now. My little girl's all grown up. But, where is she? They took her, she's gone. What even happened? I hate remembering the past... They're gone now. My beautiful wife. My daughter. I know Amberleigh is still alive, I just know it.

I will now have a mission. I will find my daughter, my sweet little girl. And when I find her, she's got to understand. She has to know that I didn't murder her mother, it wasn't me.

So, what to I remember over the 8 years? I've been locked up all this time, they've faded a bit. Ah. My name is Bryson. I have a daughter that I need to find. I lost my wife.

I look up at the sky, the sun's rays shining through the darkened clouds. I cover my eyes, squinting. The sun is brighter than I remember.

Okay, so... Think you fool, think. Where would they take a child? Why would they take a child? Well, they took her because she didn't have a mother anymore, and on that horrid night, her father was locked up. So They took her. But who is They?

An idea suddenly pops into my mind. An orphanage? A child shelter? A child protection center? Where is she? Damn you Bryson, go find your daughter and make things right.

From now on, now that I know my daughter is out there somewhere, I will search. I will find her and she will remember me and I can have at least someone back... Yeah, that sounds like a plan.