There once was a man sitting at a table.. lost in his own thoughts, trying to remember a forgotten tale.
Another man approached him and said, You look grim… Can i help?
The man looked up and suddenly had remembered everything, the forgettable tale could be once told.
Why yes you can, as he picked up the gun.
You can help end my sorrow, Because for you.. my friend, there is no tomorrow.
The man fled, into the darkness..
And such the forgotten tale was told once again, and time would tell when it would be forgotten once more.