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The long road ahead seemed endless as it continued to stretch on and on. The surrounding forest caused shadows to dance along the car as it passed. The only noise to be heard was the faint patter of rain that fell from the eery gray sky.      Behind the steering wheel sat a middle aged man. He had short dark hair and wore a white t-shirt with faded blue jeans. The only difference between his looks compared to a normal father was the look on his face. He held a look of gloom and sadness, along with a slight hint of anger. His once charming hazel eyes were now dull and bloodshot, complimented with dark bags underneath.      He would occasion