PROLOGUE: NEW JERSEY

How long had he been here? Too long, that much was for sure. What should have been three days of fun, of recording in New Jersey, had turned in to three weeks of horror, frustration, and endless questions. He was the only one left sitting here, in this helpless room that reeked of neglect, of despair and most of all abandoned hope. A room that held nothing, no answers to the questions he so desperately needed to find. It held nothing but the pathetic empty shell, the shadow of the man on the bed next to him, he used to know as Brian Littrell. But he would find the missing pieces to a puzzle he didn’t know how to complete. He would find the answers, even if he didn’t want to know them. Even if they would shatter everything he had ever believed in.