You're Jake's best friend. Always have, always will be. One night, he called you and his voice was shaking. You could tell something was wrong. He asked you to come over and spend the night. You quickly threw together an over nightbag and drove to his apartment.

You knocked on the door, and he opened it. His lip was quivering and his face was red and splotchy. You frowned and walked inside.

"I don't know what to do."