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Three more shots go off and a stray bullet flies through the door and hits Dude 2. The door swings open and Fam falls on the floor with blood flowing from his chest. Dude 1 is laying outside next to the welcome mat. The boy walks over to dude 1, takes his phone from his pocket. As if it was second nature the boy takes a picture of Dude 1 and blogs it INT. Sanitarium – 2 weeks later (Melrose plays low in the background) The boy is sitting at a table staring at a television. Behind him a Doctor walks in with Naomi Doctor He hasn't been responsive since they brought him; he just at that table every day. Good luck in there Naomi walks up behind him and sees him running his finger over a carving in the table. "Roscoe's Wetsuit" Naomi Hey, it's been a while She sits across from him and sees nothing in his eyes Naomi I've been thinking about you a lot. I even wrote you a poem; do you want to hear it? The boy doesn't respond he continues to sit there Naomi I go to bed after my alcoholic delusions Boxing with T-Rexs, I pass out before losing Family and friends believe my addictive tendencies Will eventually be the end of me But the bottle does not discriminate Especially when I'm filled with hate So I sleep at the bottom Of this sleek and slender bottle Slowly dying of a disposition Inherited against my wishes Naomi begins to cry and runs out. As she walks out a tear escapes the boys eye. He looks at the T.V and the Today Show is on. They play a viral video that has been going around. What does the fox say starts playing. The boy smiles