Sal Fisher was a friend of yours from school. You were the coolest person he knew! After Larry, of course. You liked the same bands as him and Larry, sometimes you even went to their apartment to listen to some Sanity's Fall in Larry's basement bedroom.

But today, it was something different. You came to Sal's house. No Larry, no Todd or Ashley. Just the two of you. It was kind of embarrassing, since you'd never been alone together before. It was always you, Sal and Larry... or you, Sal, Todd, Ashley and Larry. Not now, just the two of you.

And why were you here? To see Gizmo. Sal's fat, furry cat. Sal didn't really care that you wanted to see Gizmo, since Gizmo was awesome after all.

"Here he is." Sal cleared his throat behind his mask, gently picking up the fat cat, who was meowing uncomfortably. He held the cat out for you to pet.