The sand is everything. It grinds on my teeth, it covers my eyes. I have to move on, despite.

Wind gets stronger whilst the sun fades. I, I am not fading, hell no. They yet to know who Hank Gideon is, when I unleash my anger upon 'em bastards.

The desert seems endless. Far, far away, I can merely see the lights of the city. I have to reach them. I always reached whatever I wanted to, I'll do it now, no shit. Just don't look down, buddy, don't look down.

They shot me, but not to death. A mistake. They wished for me bleeding out here, in the sands. Not gonna happen! You hear me?! The last thing you'll see is my bloody fucking face.

Sheesh, I need to catch a breath. Just a minute, so hard to walk on. Wait... Where's the city? I just saw the lights, where are they? Can't see shit, the horizon is getting blurry.

If only I could take off my jacket, pufff. It'd make it easier, I'm sweat like a pig. I won't take it off, no. They wanted to take it forcefully, but I didn't let 'em. How could I? It's a fuckin' principle. Wonder if they didn't shoot me if they got the jacket, ufff. Doesn't matter.

If only I reach the city. Christ, why've I looked down? Pssss, fuck, it hurts! The shirt drenched with blood, holy mess. Fucking city, how long should I walk towards it..? I can't stop. Stop means death, you get it, buddy? Keep. On. Walking. You're THE Hank Gideon, for God's sake. Never surrendered, been never won over.

Where's the city? Getting dark. Hate it.