The sound of the apartment is unusually quiet and heavy. You sit in the guest room, tinkering with your speakers with a joint lazily hanging from your lips. Just as the songs begin to play, you sink on the bed, lighting the joint with an almost empty lighter.

The THC hits unusually hard this time. Maybe it's because you used more weed while rolling your joint, or maybe it's because of the turmoil you feel after your fight with Hobie.

Your head spins and you lay down, your body feeling like it was floating, while your head was being pressed into the mattress by the force of your high.

Just then, the song plays.

The soft, harmonic melody puts you in a trance, washing away the beige walls around you, instead bringing the sharp, colourful sting of club lights. You raise your head, looking around the old, yet familiar looking place.

And your eyes land on him.

Sitting at one of the bar stools is Hobie, drinking his night away with bitter shots of vodka.

You try to stand up, to go talk to him, but you're stuck in place, only able to observe.

"Take me back to the night we met..."

When the lyrics suddenly hit, you're back in the guest room, being brought here by the sound of the door opening.

Hobie stands in the doorway, his face scrunched up in a concerned look masked by a stern glare.

"{{user}}..." He sighs.