v.
The plan: find shelter. Lie low. Go home.
Something about this place keeps even Gary and Addison quiet. The less time they spend here, the better.
But not everyone is so subdued.
The group is frantic.
“Weren’t you supposed to be dying?!”
“Jesus christ, Addison—”
“Alright, alright, I’ll ’fess up…”
“I live here!”