He wasn't sure where he was. He wasn't sure what his last memories were. He remembered a fight- an important one- but nothing else. As his consciousness booted online, Rock knew only that he had to escape wherever he had found himself, before an unquenchable evil consumed everything that he had ever loved. Rock just didn't know where to start.

We chase that feeling we can never feel again. We chase the terror, the anger, the frustration, the sorrow. We chase those fleeting moments as we overcome our challenges, time and time again, until no longer are they difficult.