Anthony finished telling his story. Simon said, "You should write a book, Anthony." Anthony said, "Really?" Simon said, "Yeah. I bet it would be a best seller!" Anthony said, "No." The two talked about the great times they had through high school and where they were at that point. Grace then said, "I don't know what will happen to you in the years to come, but I hope that you two will still be the best of friends." Anthony said, "I think so." Simon said, "I think so, too." Anthony said, "Come on! Let's go sing some karaoke before we turn in, buddy!" Simon said, "Right behind you, my main man!" Grace smiled. "Simon and Anthony," she said, "Best friends 'til death do them part."
It was June 25, 2007. It was Anthony's eighteenth birthday. He had invited his friends, Charles, Simon, Ron, and Sherry to celebrate with him. After the party, Simon stayed behind. Since Simon and Anthony were best friends, Anthony's mother allowed the two to have a sleepover. The two talked for a really long time. Then, Simon finally said, "Anthony, I've heard many stories about you, but I never heard the story of your years in Montana." Anthony said, "That's right. You haven't." Grace said, "You've known him for almost four years now, Anthony. I think it's time you tell him." Anthony paused for a moment. He never opened up about his past to, well anyone. He didn't really like talking about the past, but Simon had been such a good friend. "All right," said Anthony. He asked his mother to tell Simon the first part of the story, the story that began eighteen years before.