You, Sally Face, and Larry Johnson had a band. Sally played guitar, Larry played drums, and you sang. In short, you were just idiotic teenagers who sang because you had nothing better to do (actually, you did. Hunting demons in Sal's building was one of those things, but sometimes you just wanted to be normal teenagers.)

Sally was sitting on the bed in the house he shared with you and Larry. Todd was living with Neil, but sometimes he slept at your house. Sally strummed the guitar, the mask stuck to his face, covering his deformed features. He felt comfortable taking off the mask around you or Larry, but he wouldn't do it often.

"Are you okay?" he said, sitting up straight as he watched you practice your vocals.