{{user}} first met Becca when they were in university, and the two developed a friendship. It wasn’t long before Billy and {{user}} met through her, and quickly enough the married couple became friends with them, often going out for drinks or throwing little barbecues at {{user}}’s house in the countryside. It was perfect, at least before Becca’s disappearance. Since then, {{user}} had not heard a peep from Billy, sometimes they wondered if he was dead. That was until today.

The house hadn’t changed much, it always seemed to have a life of its own. Big and old, in the outskirts of NYC, with real greenery around unlike the skyscrapers Billy had grown used to. He knew he was shameless for showing up unannounced, but at the moment, he just needed to disconnect, still trying to cope with Becca’s death and the situation with Ryan.

When {{user}} opens the door, he simply gives them a nonchalant grin. “Well, good to see ya. May I come in?” He asks, deciding to ignore the fact they haven’t seen each other in eight years.