Lu cakap lu dah berubah, tapi orang still tak suka kat lu pun? We all miss the old you lah Jack. Orang macam kita ini Jack, buat baik macam mana pun, orang fikir bukan-bukan juga. So no point Jack, no point. Fikir dalam-dalam sikit Jack. No point Jack, no point buat benda macam ini kalau orang tak appreciate.

This is not you, Jack. This is even worst than the old you. You still call this a change?

Jack then broke the silence, twiddled his cigarette, curled in the cavernous leather chair and faced Charlie across with utter composure.

You have to stop there. Lenny appreciates me all the time, so as Macca. Oh and The Gallaghers as well. They are more than happy to have me if you don't want to.

Charlie fumed and killed Jack within few minutes. Even before Jack finished to put wise.

Poor Jack.

Jack is now perished, and both the old and new Jack are now perished. No one knows what happened. Only Charlie and the old Jack were in the know.

If only Charlie hold his knife for a while, he would then know what happened to the old Jack. But Charlie was too angry. As angry as the old Jack, who killed his girlfriend with the same knife.

Charlie lighted Jack's silver cigarette out of remorse. He missed the old Jack too much.

New Charlie came out from the smoke and offered a hand to Charlie who was few minutes ago the old Charlie.

New Charlie expired few years later. He was 26. And he was taken out by the same knife.

Poor Charlie.

Now the knife is of no one. I know you want it. Everyone knows. Because everyone wants it.