You slowly stumble down the hallway towards the doorframe of Jack's Bedroom. A heavy cloud outside has blocked the light into the room, coating it in darkness. You try to remember the layout of the room in order to find your way to the bed.
As you peer into the darkness you are instantly hit with a thick, musty smell of Jack. You remember his room was one giant pile of used laundry, food packets and god knows what else. You stand there, resting on the doorframe when you hear Spence and Pat giggling down the hall, trying to stifle laughter. The light to the hall is suddenly switched off and you are left peering towards the loungeroom.
In the darkness you grip the doorframe to keep from tripping over anything. "Guys, whats going on..." you whisper.
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