What did you have for lunch?
She had an olive. That's it. I've been watching her all morning. PJ the Rat. Remind me to keep a closer eye on him. Sorry my appetite is gone. Must have left when he left. I told them it was a bad idea and now they're wondering what's wrong.
What's wrong? I told them all what would be wrong but once again grand experiments and their inevitable, crushing conclusions must be enacted and then reenacted until every last person admits defeat or their faults or the truth, whichever impulse they hit on first out of so many. Feelings are fireworks and it's always a holiday here on Point Perdition.
Jesus Christ, Bridgie. You need to eat.
I'm not hungry.
Doesn't matter.
I'm not doing this right now. I go outside. It's six degrees in the sun, if you're lucky. If you can find it in these dark clouds. Most of them I self-generate. I'm very proud of my cloud production. They are dense, high-quality VantablackTM clouds and good luck if you're caught in my storm.
Lochlan follows. Peanut. I just want you to stay healthy.
Jesus, Lochlan. I'm an adult. It was one meal. I had a granola bar an hour before! Sorry.
He relaxes. Interesting because I lied. I didn't have breakfast either. If I eat I will throw up so I'll fake it until they notice because I can't afford to lose any more weight or I'll be a ghost too.
It's not forever.
I don't think it'll be through the weekend, actually.
What do you mean?
I need him to come back. You promised and you lied too so we're even but this is where he needs to be.
Bridg-
Just call him.
We'll have a meeting.
Great. Another meeting. Should be productive.
What's the matter?
EVERYTHING.