Leo realized that you can't actually outrun a memory. You can drive thousands of miles, you can drown the silence in distorted music, and you can hide in the darkest hours of the night. But eventually, the clock keeps ticking. The tempo of life doesn't actually slow down, no matter how much you wish you could stretch out the good moments.
He looked out over the horizon. A thin, jagged line of pale indigo was beginning to bleed into the pitch-black sky. The very first hint of dawn. SUNRISE (SLOWED REVERB)
The vocals of the song kicked in, but they were unrecognizable. Slowed to a haunting, low-register drawl, the artist's voice sounded less like singing and more like a confession from the bottom of an ocean. “Wait for the light... let it wash over you...” Leo realized that you can't actually outrun a memory