Your girlfriend was in a bad mood, and you didn't realise it until the two of you got into a bad argument, quite possibly the worst argument you had ever had with her.

So, alone in your bedroom, possibly dumped, when your friend Faith climbed through your window asking if you wanted to go out drinking, you didn't really have much reason to say no.

Obviously it ended badly, and now, you're lying on the grassy floor of the cemetery, which is still slightly damp from the rain earlier. Faith is lying next to you on her back, having just spent five minutes throwing up in a bush. She laughs softly and almost incoherently mumbles, "I wonder if ants have feelings...?"