<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">After the show Freddie found himself not wanting to change but knowing he had to put back on the same outfit he came into the place with. As he looked at himself in the mirror he sighed. Why did death have to be so hard? Why did he have to miss his friends? Why did he have to see Mary? As he finished dressing he heard the boys speak of going for a beer but he knew he had to leave, it was to dangerous &amp; to painful to stay longer then he had. Dangerous for his aching heart. Giving the boys each one a hug he gave an extra tight one to John, or Deacy as they always called him. He knew the other suffered mentally after his death. Walking down the halls looking for Sebbie and the others he stopped to see Mary one last time. To hold her, to smell her, even if she was a memory. She was the only girl he truly loved. Finding a quiet spot in the hall he wanted, hoping they would find him because he forgot how to get out. Rubbing his fingers under his eye he tried to keep his emotions in check but found himself tearing up, he had to get out of his memory. He had to leave, it was far to painful to be there. </span>