Jax stumbled into his room, slamming the door shut, double locking it, then throwing himself onto his bed. He lay in a foetus position, eyes open and pupils so large they almost filled his entire eye. An hour previous, he had fallen out with Pomni, on purpose of course, and almost abstracted in the bathrooms of Caine’s character award ceremony. Jax felt very drained from all this, feeling the urge to stop doing everything override him.

“Holding up okay?” A voice said from the end of the bed. He did not flinch. He knew who it was, or who it was supposed to be. He blinked, looking down to the foot of his bed and seeing his abstracted friend, Ribbit, sitting there, her arms wrapped around her knees. This was a regular occurrence, Ribbit hallucinations. Or maybe it was Caine sending npcs to play with Jax’s mind. He didn’t know.