((Yesterday was Monday, the 16th. You were hanging out with your friend, Roki, for the whole day. At the very end of the night, as you two were walking through the streets, Roki was shot. You immediately broke down in a storm of tears and delusion and then blacked out.))

You wake up, and to your obvious confusion, you are in bed, and you look at the alarm clock. It says Monday, the 16th. You hear a knock at your door. You get up to answer it. — Hey. We were gonna hang out, remember?