The final gun shot echos in Joseph's dreams. Over and over and over. Always the same look on the homeless man, always the same gun, always the same damned flare of light in the dark. Sometimes he managed to dig into the homeless man dragging him down into the waters cold embrace. Sometimes it plays out like he remembers, a flash and then nothing. Gradually the dream shifts to old pain and sleep. Time in a dark cave with others like himself. Then it goes in a flash and the homeless man is staring him down with a gun. Joseph doesn't make it to the man this time falling into the water alone.