[Remember the time]
I'm still hiding.

Voice: Get up. Yo...hey yo...get up!!!!!

.:As those words are heard, the scene and the cameras open up to what seems to be an abandoned house...or a crack house as some like to call it. The scene open up and all we can hear is a smack! that echoes throughout the abandoned house. The cameras moves down a set of what appears to be stairs and we turn around and look at a filthy room where we can visualize the place where you would normally see your living room at. In this dirty room we see that the walls that were once beautifully painted white and blue are now filled with different colors. Dust, dirt and the smell of urine fill the air once you inhale and by looking at the house and this living room you can tell that this house in unsanitary for living. Struggling to breathe, the cameraman moves to where the sound was heard and we can see trying to get to his feet is Jeffery Archibald. Standing above him is one of the robbers from the grocery store several weeks ago. The robber has a gun in his hand and by the large amount of blood pouring from the nose of Archibald, we can tell that he was hit by the gun, also known as pistol whipping. The robber wipes off the blood from Archibald's nose and watch as he slowly tries to rise to his feet but as he does, the robber kicks him back down, laughing. This time, by looking at Jeffery Archibald, we can tell that he has sustained a number of injuries and that along with the aroma of urine, we can smell the stench from Archibald's body. The teeth of Jeffery Archibald are yellow and his clothes are bloody, worn out and rugged. In another attempt to rise to his feet, Jeffery wipes off the blood that is pouring profusely from his nose and into his mouth but as he does he's kicked in the ribs by the robber. Jeffery then hits the mattress with a sickening thud from the kick and he coughs up blood. The blood then hits the mattress and Archibald looks up at the robber with blood pouring from his nose and his yellow teeth now red from the blood and with an evil smirk, looks up at the robber who is assaulting him.:

Jeffery Archibald: Why are you doing this?

Robber #2: Because Jeff...I don't like you. You should have known that from the start...you bastard.

Jeffery Archibald: So this is how...(Coughs up blood)...you wake me up?...by assaulting me with your gun?

Robber #2: Yeah...pretty much.

Jeffery Archibald: You would not be doing this if Stevie was here.

Robber #2: But Stevie ain't here now...is he?

Jeffery Archibald: Fuck you, Antonio. You will not survive this.

Antonio: ...And you won't either.

.:The robber who's name is revealed to be Antonio then steps back and gives Jeffery Archibald a kick that would clear the uprights for sure. Jeffery coughs up blood once more as Antonio walks away laughing. Archibald rolls around on his stomach and several noises are heard coming from the entrance of the abandoned home. The wood that covers the front door of the house is kicked down and Antonio leaps thinking that it may be the police, but instead, it's the first robber we saw before...named Stevie.:

Stevie: What's shakin' Ant?

Antonio: Nothing much, just hanging out.

Stevie: Oh, alright.

Antonio: Man...for a second, I thought you were.....

Stevie: The police, didn't you?

Antonio: Hell yeah.

.:Stevie smacks Antonio upside his head.:

Stevie: What the fuck did I tell you earlier, huh?

Antonio: (Shrugs shoulders) I don't know.

.:Stevie then nods his head and smacks Antonio upside his head...again.:

Stevie: Do you ever fucking listen when money isn't involved?

Antonio: Oh...shit, you've got money...where?

.:Antonio flashes Stevie a nervous smile and Stevie returns it by smacking Antonio in the face this time.:

Stevie: This shit isn't funny!!! You think I'm a joke, Antonio?

Antonio: Nah man...just chill out.

Stevie: So then listen when I fucking talk! I told you that we were not getting caught. That's the deal Antonio, we are not getting caught by the police, it does not matter what we have got to do, we are not getting caught.

Antonio: Alright.

Stevie: At least Jeff listens. Speaking of Jeff, where's the little cracker at?

.:Stevie walks around the house and finally spots Jeffery Archibald, who is still trying to get to his feet. Stevie looks at the beaten up Archibald with cuts and bruises up and down his body, blood dripping and getting coughed up from his body and Stevie turns around to Antonio with a face full of pure anger.:

Stevie: Antonio!!!!! What the fuck did you do?!?

Antonio: He stepped out of line, so I handled the problem.

Stevie: You bastard!!!!! I leave for no more than an hour and I come back and I see this?!.....Antonio.....what did I tell you before I left?!

Antonio: You...you...said...damnit...I...I...I....

Stevie: You what Antonio?!.....you don't remember?!?

Antonio: Um...yeah. I...don't..........

.:Stevie spins around and just as Antonio gets ready to finish his sentence, clocks him right in the jaw. Antonio appears to be knocked out and a egotisical but crazed look comes across the face of Stevie as he stands over him.:

Stevie: Remember that!!!!!

[From the Inside]
"Remember the time.....when we fell in love.....can you remember the time?.....ah, yes Michael Jackson. The king of pop himself. Can you remember?...can you remember the first time you have fell in love with that special girl?...can you remember your childhood?...can you remember your first kiss?...or, just to flow with the times...can you remember your father?...can you remember the times and the days where you would go out to the park and shoot hoops with your dad?...can you remember going out in your backyard and just playing catch with your dad from sunrise to sunset?...can you remember that advice he gave you about girls?...can you remember those times?...I hope you can, because I have never had them. With father's day being yesterday, I can't remember anything about my father...except the day he was shot. But there's one father who I am very close with. One father who I am friends with. One father who can relate to me on so many levels. One father who was always there for me when I was in need and I was there for him. That one father wasn't my father...oh no...that father was my friend and he still is to this very day. We have not spoken lately and many might not know our close relationship...but Jared my good friend, I have not forgotten about you. Through all the chaos that is called my life, I have not forgotten that day when my heavenly father took away your beautiful daughter. Jared, I never got to see your daughter, but man...just hearing you talk about how much she meant to you...and how much you lived for her...brought a tear to my eye. It filled my darkened life with just that little bit of happiness. Jared, when I was on the road to ending my life, you were there. You told me to never give up hope and Jared, I give that same advice to you. Jared, you and your daughter will forever live in my heart and even though we have not spoken, I still think of you when I'm on the road...or running away from these police. I still think of the joy she brought you and it makes me sick that the good lord would take something...no...someone so beautiful away from a good guy such as you. Jared, I was there when you were battling through tough times and you were always there for me...and even though it's felt like forever since we last shared a conversation, I'm going to be holding down the fort for you good ole buddy. I'm going to try my damn hardest to keep things tight for you...and to keep you abreast with things going on in my life...because J...you are one of the best friends a guy could have...and I'm glad you are my friend.

Some look at me as a bad individual. Some see me as an arrogant fella...but you should never judge a book by it's cover. Maybe some of you people should actually open the book that is me and actually read it. Maybe some of you people should call me up sometime...or have a couple of drinks with me. Not condemn me. Not speak negatively of me behind my back. Not call me names behind my back. Once you get to know me, you will soon find out, that I'm not the arrogant individual that you normally see. That deep down inside of this spirit of mine, that I have a heart...and I have feelings...just like each and every one of you and Stevenson I hope that me getting beat to a bloody pulp by some tough wannabe named Antonio proves to you that I have heart. Maybe being on the run for nearly a month...without a home...without shelter and food finally shows you that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to not end up behind a jail cell. Maybe this shows you my background and what I was going through before I ever met Sean Andretti. All of this is a look inside, J. Stevenson, I won't surrender. I won't give up. I won't turn myself in...until I hear that the warrant is gone...and the lawsuit is dropped. But maybe I should. Stevenson, maybe I should go to a local precinct, puts my arms out and tell the police to arrest me. J, maybe all of this has dragged on a little too long. Maybe I should get arrested and put an end to all of this. I mean, I don't deserve to live this way. I don't deserve to resort back to my old ways to prove a snot nosed kid like Stevenson something. I have my pride and my dignity damnit. I don't need to do this anymore. Maybe it's time to do the right thing...and that's step up...and challenge Stevenson to a rematch. It seems reasonable...but so does staying here with these criminals. Better yet, I'm going to stay here. I'm not giving in to Stevenson. I'm not giving in to the police. I do have pride...and I do have dignity...and my pride and my dignity won't allow me to pay twenty five grand for a car that a man does not even deserve driving. My pride and dignity won't allow me to this. So, with that...I've come to an agreement. The agreement is.....

I still hide...until everything is dropped.