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[bet_on_bolton]

[The video flickers on to total darkness, the sound of the rustle of sheets heard for a second before there's some light. There's just a shot of Troy curled up in bed under a mass of bed sheets, still fully clothed, with wide, bloodshot eyes staring down the camera.]

...

Ryan...? ... Danny? ... Gabbi?

...

Anybody?

Comments

[Video to show he's back to normal because he has no idea who he's talked to]

[imonabike]

Troy?

[bet_on_bolton]

... Hey.

[imonabike]

What happened?

[bet_on_bolton]

Doesn't matter.

[imonabike]

You can drop the crap with me, Troy.

[bet_on_bolton]

No.

[imonabike]

... [Cole sighs irritably. Not really sure what to say, especially if he did something he doesn't remember.]

If this has anything to do with something I did, I can't remember it.

[bet_on_bolton]

Sure.

Douchebag.

[imonabike]

You DO know what was going on, right? Everybody was changing. Must have happened to me. I don't know what happened. I asked somebody not to tell me, because I don't want to know. But whatever it is--I don't remember.

[bet_on_bolton]

... You were a douche.

[imonabike]

I heard that part.

[bet_on_bolton]

N'really rude. I can't deal with that right now, man.

[imonabike]

Not planning on it, whatever happened. I'm back. Back to... "normal", I guess. Can't think of a word that actually makes sense.

[bet_on_bolton]

Good.

[imonabike]

SO now can you tell me what the hell's goin' on?

[bet_on_bolton]

Stuff.