Theo stared at you as you smoked your second joint. He had gotten you into all this. The drugs. The alcohol. The cigarettes. But what he didn't know was how you would grow attached. He watched as you walked into the Black Lake. You were watsed and high and- God knows what else. He took a drag of his own cigarette, 'Don't you think it's a bad idea to go swimming when you're high?'