Blessing? No, that wasn't right. Like everything about this day it was wrong.

Topher held onto Whiskey, whispering to her that everything would be alright once they got to the chair. She would be alright, and maybe he would too. There was a back up in his office; a back up that never experienced this day.

Normally the idea of tweaking his own memories was just not up for discussion, but today he would make an exception. Of course then he would forget Whiskey and would forget that this was all his fault. Did he deserve to forget that? No.