Sable lay mangled and bloody on the hospital bed as surgeons walked helplessly out the room as a layer of death loomed over his face. He lay there, taking his last breaths with regret. If he hadn’t helped his best friend fulfill their love in stead of his own, would she be crying for him? If he hadn’t brought the two so close would the crash still have happened? Was it too much to ask for someone to cry for him in his final throes? As streams of regret-filled tears ran down the sides of his face, he came to a conclusion. As long as those two were safe and happy, everything would be fine. If he had another chance, another life, he would definitely fulfill his own desires…. Sable’s thoughts faded into nothingness when an explosion suddenly rocked him back awake. “SABLE! GET TO YOUR BATTLE-STATION WE’VE ARRIVED!”….