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{Closed} 6:34 AM. The sky is still dark, and the old neon sign flickers a red glow into the hotel room where Rose and Jane are asleep on the bed, and Blade sits with a flask of vodka on the Juliet balcony, thinking. His thoughts are all over the place, thinking about the night's events, his past, his present, his fucking future. And he realizes something, in a clear mind. His future is trash. And his only hope for happiness, is a love like the one he lost. "Fuck," he whispers, "I'm lonely."