Moe paused for a moment, "well, I don't see a reason why not to tell you." He said quietly, "as you've probably noticed, I don't really react to shocking situations very well, more than not I freeze up. This...This wasn't too long ago, actually, well, from my prospective. It was in 1930's, me and my wife and daughter were driving to a musical, my wife she loved musicals so..." He said fondly, unable to meet eyes with Ally as he was telling this story, "so we in a car and a drunk driver smashed right into my car, I was driving and...I had so much time to swerve out of the way but I just froze. I still remember my daughter screaming at me to get into the next lane, but I just couldn't move, so, we crashed. My wife died on impact and my daughter died in the hospital hours later." He said, he was trying to keep his voice from quivering, he had told this story many times as he didn't keep his past too secret, but every time he told it, it seemed to effect him worse and worse with every retelling.