Ralph's rest was soon interrupted once more as the trademark West Memphis gang shootouts awoke him from his deep Maker's Mark-induced slumber. His head perked up and he saw a ghostly faceless man standing over the side of his leaky water mattress. The mystery man, a mere specter of a cheerful and nostalgic past, sported a baseball cap with four white stars and one gray star. His voice was a lot more gravelly than Ralph remembered, although Jim probably noticed the same in Ralph. The both of them had changed so much since they'd last seen each other all those years ago.
Ralph, with tears streaming down his greasy red cheeks, in an almost infantile voice shouted "Daddy Jim? Is that you? You've finally returned from the gas station after all these years with those cigarettes you love so much? I'm so glad to see you... I always knew you'd come back father."
Jim's face remained foreboding and stone-cold, as if he was not there to catch up with Ralph, but instead to be the bearer of rather unpleasant news.