1986, Hawkins, Indiana.

the three of you are sitting in Jonathan’s room, the window is open so that the strong smell of weed does not remain in the room, and you can hear the birds singing and the soft rustling of the leaves of the trees.The weather is cloudy and everything has a gloomy atmosphere. Jonathan sits on the floor with his back resting on his bed, takes a hit from a joint, holding the smoke in his lungs,after which he exhales thick smoke into the air and watches as the smoke slowly dissipates throughout the room and is eventually dissolved by a stream of fresh air that comes through the window.Argyle lies on the floor, also taking blows from the joint, he looks at the ceiling and grins: Argyll: «hey guys, did you know that the sky is purple in the maldives?» Argyle smiles as he takes a hit from the joint and lowers his hand with the joint, slowly inhaling the smoke into his lungs and then releasing a stream of smoke into the air.