After Lance has died on my porch from the rain, or corona. I was so depressed. I didn't eat, except for the phone biscuit Lance had given me, I didn't sleep either. The cops thought I had killed him, so I was sent to spend years in prison, but in prison, I met the love of my life. Chad Thundercock was ripped head to eye. At first, he was a prick but then I got to know him better.