Darkness is replaced by pain. The feelings in your hand, knee, and head have increased and now you find yourself on in a dirt parking lot tightly clutching the guns cases.

"Bro, you're so clumsy," Trevor says as he turns around and grabs the smaller ammo case. "If you actually put that shoulder strap on, I dunno, your shoulder, you won't trip on it."

Your wipe dirt from your knees follow after him into the shooting range, the confusion and memories of the strange place quickly being pushed from your mind.