What does it take to bury the monsters of the past? Maybe some blood, sweat and tears, oh and a lot of year, 30 years in this case! And yet, a familiar breeze washes you over with a wave of nostalgia. And they're all there, the monsters, staring at you. You relish the moment that feels both like a second and an era, quite reluctantly, too afraid to move and too afraid to think. The fire of reminiscence had been lit now, and the monsters were out. But how does one fight the monsters that they cherish? The monsters so tantalizing, especially one. The one that gave him sleepless nights for years, for both good reasons and bad. And the one who was going to keep him up tonight!