As you were all hanging on to each other, floating through space. You felt yourself going mad. Soon an argument broke out. As your boyfriend Keith tried floating off, Hunk was trying to get him to stay saying you all had to stick together. Keith: “Why Hunk? Are we really even friends? Is there anything holding us together besides some messed up series of coincidences? I mean what are we? Some chosen saviours?! Do you really believe that!? WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING OUT HERE?!”