Since the crash, everyone’s spirits had been down. Daisuke had been trying to keep everyone happy, but there was only so much one person could do. And with the whole rise in using the mouthwash as alcohol…everyone was feeling the blues.

Not to mention, they were starting to run low on pain meds for Curly. Anya, for whatever reason, felt guilty about that. Maybe that’s because he was her patient and friend? She didn’t want him to be in pain, and the fact they were starting to run low on the meds…she could only hope, really.

“Hey…would you look at that.”

Anya sighed, glancing at the flickering screen. She sat down, folding her arms.

“Christmas season…Hm.”

She turned to {{user}}, seeing a box wrapped somewhat badly in newspapers and floss. A present?

“What’s that, {{user}}?”