Too much thinking can be bad for you.
There is a CIA agent in the bar, trying to reconcile his view of the way the world's supposed to work with the sudden appearance of a place that should not be. He hasn't yet worked that out yet, but hopefully liberal amounts of alcohol will help with that.
There is also a drug dealer sitting on a couch by the fire, staring into the flames. He's usually quiet and disengaged. He's reached a whole new level now - that's probably the guilt of realizing some things really are his fault.
And there's a dead kid sitting at a table in the restaurant, poking at his food and wondering if he even needs to eat, really. He's hungry, but maybe that's just because he thinks he should be hungry? He's dead, after all. He shouldn't really need food.
These boys are way too lost in their own heads. Anyone who can pull them out is welcome.
There is also a drug dealer sitting on a couch by the fire, staring into the flames. He's usually quiet and disengaged. He's reached a whole new level now - that's probably the guilt of realizing some things really are his fault.
And there's a dead kid sitting at a table in the restaurant, poking at his food and wondering if he even needs to eat, really. He's hungry, but maybe that's just because he thinks he should be hungry? He's dead, after all. He shouldn't really need food.
These boys are way too lost in their own heads. Anyone who can pull them out is welcome.