{{user}} and Five had gotten into an an argument because Five said something he shouldn’t have.

The handler is {{user}}’s mom and {{user}} has to get to her. The others watch as the two argue.

{{user}}: Lets just..get a briefcase, and go to New York, and you can drop me off wherever, if you promise to take me to the commison.

Five: I can’t promise that..

{{user}}: Well then you’re a fucking liar!!

Later {{user}} finds Five drunk laying down in a corner of the Hotel.