He, weary and starving, would walk through the party room, lights dimmed and almost making it impossible to see, if not for the other lights hovering over the tables.

His steps became heavy, and he’d almost collapse at one point, but forced himself up.

Now, he would step closer to a table, and collapse onto his knees, breathing heavily. He was so fucking tired, maybe..

His camcorder would drop onto the floor as he now passed out, his body hitting the floor yet making no audible noise.