I felt the wind whipping around the small amount of blue dip dyed brown hair hanging out of my helmet as I sped down the nearly abandoned road. Did I know where I was going? Nope not a clue, but what I did know was that this was the best way to clear my mind. Then that one thing hit me, hard. Like the time I ran face first into a sliding glass door, but worse. Tears started to stream down my face. My only living family member had died, and I had been the one to find him. One last thing, oh yeah, the only person who I have left to turn to, was not even in the country. Nor did I think I'd have any chance of seeing him any time soon, I mean yeah sure we kept in contact, but he is a busy guy!