Thunderhawk enters the locker room. He is alone, and unwraps a towel from his neck throwing it on a chair.
He then opens his locker and starts unpacking his sportsbag, putting everything in his locker, which he closes and locks when he finishes
He sits on a chair in a thoughtful mood ... and starts talking alone, whispering :
"I am feeling strange ... Since i arrived in the parking and saw that reporter. Why the hell did i attack him ... ? There's something wrong ..."
He stands up and starts walking around the lockers.
"And i don't know why ... what the hell is happening to me ... im starting to feel a bit dizzy ..."
He leans on his locker and grabs his head between his hands, starting to shake it and shouting :
"No, no ! Leave them alone ! Don't hurt ... don't kill them ... no ... NO !"
He headbutts his locker and stops shouting, feeling more relieved.
"What the hell ... please ... what is happening. Why these memories should come back in my head right now ... I thought i had forgotten that past ... I thought that these memories were erased in my mind ... Why should they come back ?"
He grabs his towel and wipes blood that is pouring through a cut on his forehead.
"Dont think about it, Hawk ... Now calm down. Focus on what you have to do ... Concentrate ..."
He takes a deep breath and grins, laughing, then heads to the gym