Gasoline Rush
Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours and hours, days and there seemed not to be much of an evidence on the case of the intruder at my lab at Freeda and the death of Harley and his mom. Everytime I went to the lab, there was a kind of void because Harley was not there and even though it was hard for me, I tried as much as possible to focus more on making a cure for the genetic disease. With Girra getting tired of my late night excuses, a lot of friction was between us and it became more difficult on our marriage, making her more and more distant by the day.