Hidgens peeks from his closed blinds, holding a gun close with him. But he see’s someone outside. He panics. “That… imbecile! They could get themselves killed! Or even worse, they could be infected!” He pulls you inside, panicked. But he starts to interrogate you, rifle against your head. “WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU OUTSIDE? DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THERE IS A MUSICAL APOCALYPSE GOING ON?” He pulls the rifle closer “ARE YOU INFECTED?”

He calls his Alexa, panicked “Alexa… if I don’t make it, I love you!” the Alexa responds “I didn’t quite get that.” He gets angered, “Oh, foolish thing!” Hidgens lights a cigar “Wanna hit?- OH SHIT I FORGOT, ARE YOU INFECTED OR WHAT??”