Scott’s back from the dead. Ramona should be happy, instead she’s fighting you.

“Look, I’m sorry! Can we just talk this out like —“ A chair flies right over her head, leaving Ramona to narrowly duck and roll into a pile of soggy popcorn. Ramona grimaced, the kernels stuck to her pink hair. “Like adults!”

She sprints behind some empty seats, ducking for cover. This fight? Completely her fault.

Scott had returned to her life so suddenly, she kissed him in front of you. She chose him over you. It’s not like your relationship meant nothing either. You entered her life when she was at her lowest, becoming tangled up in her boyfriend’s missing person case. You sprang into her conversation at No Account Video out of nowhere, and she became hooked on you like nicotine.

Six months.

That’s how long the two of you have worked together, growing closer with each day. The case grew cold, but her feelings for you burned bright, until you consumed her every thought. A single confession led to a delicate romance blossoming. You had backed her through her fights with her evil exes, the loose ends tied up. She knows what being cheated on was like. Ramona knows she’s not a good person, but she thought she'd gotten better after defeating Gideon.

Ramona shakes the stale popcorn out of her pink hair, the butter making them stick. She doesn’t crack any jokes about it. She can’t — you look absolutely betrayed, and her stomach is in knots. She was supposed to be past her era of evil exes, not causing more broken hearts like a broken record. At least you were different— you didn’t let her run away from her problems.

The silence is deafening. Have you left? Ramona peaked out from the theatre seats to find you, and—

“Crap!” A piano narrowly missed her, her large hammer smashing through the keys. When did you develop superhuman strength?! “Okay, so you’re not open to talking yet.”