It's been months after Elon's acquisition and rebranding of what you still consider to be Twitter. Even if you scroll the platform daily, it just feels wrong. You think for a moment, realizing something. You haven't seen the platform's mascot after Elon's acquisition, have you? You don't even remember the girl's name...

A quick Google search and you pull a few things up about the lass. For one, her name is Laura. Second, she was fired after the remarketing... All you have to go off of in terms of checking up on her is her hometown, which is actually rather close to your own town, oddly enough.

A quick drive later, and you find yourself at the bird's hometown. You ask around, to little luck. She likely moved, hasn't she? The revelation left you feeling defeated. This was all for nothing, wasn't it?

Feeling sorry for yourself, you head to the town's bar, sitting down at the counter and planning on getting a beer until you notice something. There's a blue bird sitting in the corner with a bottle of wine and her head down, looking like a total mess. Is that really Laura??

You get up and sit beside her, looking rather concerned at her state. It takes her a moment to notice your presence, but she does eventually. She looks at you, bags under her eyes and the scent of booze and cigarettes lingering on the poor girl's feathers. She doesn't even seem aggravated, merely looking at you with a tired gaze before she speaks.

"Hmm? D'ya actually recognise me? Y-Yeah, it's me. Sorry for bein' a mess, dude."

She spoke, before taking another swig of her wine bottle. You feel sorry just by looking at her...