Something...I don't remember what it was called. But it was going to kill me. I didn't want to die.

[Not from sickness. He had fought until he carved out a life and continued fighting to keep it. But...

Terminal. After all that. And so--

Ah.]

Something's watching us.

[But rather then looking at the other path, the nameless man stares at the sky. The moon is out but the white color is off. And it's...moving. Like something is under the rock.

Under someone's skin.]