The challenge word is Box and the boys are feeling philosophical. Some spoilers for season 7 maybe.

Most of the time it feels like I'm that chick, Pandora, opening her box or jar or whatever it was and releasing evil upon the world.

It's hard to 'Have a nice day!' when you're surrounded by death and destruction and loss all the time.

But tonight...

Tonight as I sit with my brother watching the stars as we drink a beer, and I hear him laugh, I remember the one other thing that was in Pandora's box. The one thing I can maybe hold onto. The one thing that will help me carry on.

Hope.

I have found hope.

Hope you enjoyed it.