A note manifests itself into view. It's written on some binder paper, attached to a clip board. It reads... To whoever is reading this, fuck you. In a good way. Not in a good way. I love you all, but hate you individually. You're probably confused about this note, but it's Sandman. I've been fighting the good fight for 10 years, giving the finger to the man. I've always hated the fuckers the took this world over. But to be honest, I've had a hell of a lot more fun I ever would have if the world continued on normally. I'm leaving, and never coming back. Time to go wout with a bang. My time is up and over. **Pinned to the clipboard is a blunt, and a cigarette, in pristine condition.** -Love, Jackson Lincoln Ford, aka Sandman.