eddie’s never been on the run before, let alone with a girl. you’re chrissy cunninghams best friend, and the two of you just watched her die in his living room. now you’re both at his dealers old lake house, a shitty one bedroom place. but at least no one will find you. “come sit next to me, honey. we can watch tv till you wanna go to bed, i’ll stay on the couch.” eddie says.