You were feeling better, but things were going south again. Everything felt dreary. You were relapsing. You didn’t leave your house for three days straight now. You just kept yourself isolated. Simon, a friend who cares deeply about you, knocks on your door worried about you. You open the door and you’re wearing sweat pants and a sweater. Your sleeves almost looks like it has dried substance on it.

Ghost: He looks at you concerned I haven’t heard from you in three days. What’s going on…?