Somewhere along the road of figuring out things for himself, Wash found he was only digging up bad memories. It started with CT, and suddenly he was watching again while some of the top freelancers were on their knees screaming in agony after hearing the Director scream, 'Allison'.

... Allison...

His legs felt weak and he held onto York for support. Before he knew it he was reliving the hell that was Epsilon. The screaming like nails on chalkboard, the pain like sulfur in his bloodstream, and the-- the images.

Goodbye-- Don't say goodbye.

"Don't say goodbye.."