You go to the beverage bar and pour yourself something blue. You think to yourself, hey this taste good and pour yourself another.

You look around at the place, noticing paintings on the wall and nice glass gadgets on shelves. It appears to you like this was his prized room, that he kept every and all his favorite stuff in. He must of liked liquor because of the bar and he must of been a golfer because of the pictures.

It was then, that you caught yourself saying 'he must have' . . . You were acting like he was dead because he wasn't home. You don't let that thought sink . . .

Quickly you dial the number Troy's parents gave you. Your friends say they don't care t you were up to and that they don't want to come to your stupid party. They were only being nice to you because they also had to work with you. All of your friends were delivery men. They claim that you lost your job, that the boss told them to tell you if they heard from you. Now they can be mean . . .