After frantic messages and a worried state, me and John B finally pull up outside the boneyard, to see you sprinting out of the trees.

I quickly slide the door of the Twinkie open, you barrelling in as I slam it closed. We watch Rafe and Kelce cut closely on us, groaning as John B hauls ass down the road and you flip them off through the window.

“What the fuck was that?!” I yell at you, watching as you lay panting on the floor of the van. “Why’re they chasing you?!”