"Noooooooooooooooo! Whhhyyyyyyyyyy! No, it's not true, can't be true! I don't believe it! Oh God, so angry! Must punch babies! Arrggghh! Oh God, he's gone" sobbing. "How can we bring him back? Yes, Tel'aran'rhiod! The answers lie there! Oh God, it doesn't exist! Sweet methadone, ease my pain..." (2 years pass in wallowing self destruction) steps outside for the first time in months, a frail and hollow man "Sun, so bright..." "Howdy neighbor!" Says a man watering his lawn. "Hi." I say. A giant billboard that stretches to the heavens portrays a bearded man wearing a rustic neck choker. The text reads "Robert Jordan loves you and all His Children." Not so bad after all...