The weeks were flying by and I was moving along with everything perfectly. My girlfriend came up to visit me on the July 4th weekend and it was exactly what I needed. I showed he around Dallas and took her to all the best places to eat. I even took her to the zoo while I was on assignment. I was in the office working on the 6th when I got a phone call from my mom and I knew something wasn't right when she said my name. I vividly remember what she said and exactly where I was when she said Brain died last night. Brian was a good friend of mine from high school and he came back to our home town for the 4th to see his family like he always does and on his way back to College Station that night he was involved in a head on collision killing him and the other driver. It wasn't even a year since I lost two of my really good friends in separate car crashes which were only two weeks apart. I didn't know what to do when she told me. I just stood there motionless looking outside the window of our high-rise office building. It was then that my mom said the three words I will never forget "Chase, come home". I got off the phone with my mom and looked at my editor who saw something wasn't right and before he said anything I muttered "I am going home for a while". My editor Michael asked what happened and I told him what I knew and he sent me on my way. I raced back to my room and told my girlfriend what happened and she immediately started packing. I asked if she was going home and she replied "I am with you no matter what". She called her boss and said she wasn't coming back for a while which started a agrument between them. She quit over the phone and looked at me and said "lets go". I was going home.