The gunshots come to a stop and echo throughout the empty mansion

"...did they all die?"

The Boy looks at Dude 1 and Dude 2

THE BOY: "Yep."

One problem gets solved and a new one arises. In a moment as tense as this; the Boy really wants to sleep. The Boy was alone again, like he always has or how he thinks he always has. Across from him he sees Naomi, giving him a playful smile. The Boy stares, not confused, but with no emotion

The Boy blinks and now Alyssa is across from him with his father's urn..

The Boy blinks again and now it's Sasha

"...Vanessa."

"...Nyla."

"...The girl from the private chat room."

Then, the girl from the camp bus sits across the Boy and now the Boy is 13 again. Little emotion escapes from the Boy's face

Suddenly, a young man with a red zipped up hoodie walks in front the Boy, blocking his vision of the girl. The man looks down and points the barrel of his pistol right on the Boy's forehead

"...this dude did all this?"

YOUNG MAN: "Sup GoldMolar."

"...what?...how?"

YOUNG MAN: "What does Roscoe's Wetsuit mean?"

The Boy looks at the young man, lost

The young man cocks the hammer of the gun and starts to yell

YOUNG MAN: "What the fuck does Roscoe's Wetsuit mean? You tweeted it once, don't you fucking remember?"

A shrouded memory sparked in the Boy's mind. It all came back to him. He looked outside, smiling

THE BOY: "I did tweet it."

YOUNG MAN: "So..? What does it mean?"

THE BOY: "Nothing. It never meant anything. I just wanted to see if something pointless could get a re-tweet."

Silence

The two stare at each other

THE BOY: "Can I drown?"