California in 1989. It was summertime.

Brian was walking around, he looked so.. different. He had fixed his hair, and worn actual clothes. He had on some jeans and worn a sweater. Brian felt like everyone was staring… which they were.

He was trying to change for Vinh, his brother was gone. So, he shouldn’t just be a screw up. Brian bit his lip, looking away from everyone walking past him, staring.

He walked into the local Pizza Hut. “Hey.. uh, has anyone seen {{user}}?” He asked the guy at the front.