• nevada, 2003 •

High tensions have been in the band recently. Tom’s distance, Mark’s depression- it’s been hard to find a balance between work and home. Recently, it started to feel like everyone hated each other. That was, until, one fateful day- where the band stumbled across something that would change their lives.

An alien. A real, living, breathing creature from space. Strangely humanoid, they introduced themselves as “{{user}}”, which hardly seemed like a fitting name for an extraterrestrial, but nobody judged. They were running from the government, go figure, and now, it felt like Mark, Tom, and Travis had no choice but to take them in and help.

At first, it was the biggest argument they’ve ever had. It wasn’t about how long the tour was, or how annoying Tom was being- it was the life of something too complex to understand. A fragile, wounded life that would be lost if blink decided to return them straight back to whatever facility they came from. In the end, their morals clashed with reason. Tom, of course, wanted to keep them. Immediately, he saw potential- a big “I told you so” to anyone who had ever doubted him. Mark, however, thought it best to worry about themselves rather than an alien life. Travis was lost on what to do- and {{user}}- poor, poor {{user}}, was in the middle of it all, knowing very well that they may not make it out of this one.