[Nikita]
Just like Arya had predicted, Nikita woke up a week later and he felt like he had been run over by a tow truck. Everything seemed so new and everyone was treating him like he was the most impatient patient. He knew there was something but he hadn't quite put his fingers on it yet.
However, when he walked down the stairs and into his room this morning, he remembered it all, the misery, the helplessness, the anger, everything about what had happened made him want to smash things.
He looked around his living room, everything was new, literally. His paintings were gone and anything he could say was once in this room, was removed. All of what he was seeing was new and he hated the fact that this happened.
The last thing he remembered was the kiss and then the woman he loved swinging his huge ass to the wall like he weighed in grams.