It's about the very early 1990s, Patrick is about 17 years old, still in the Bowers Gang and messing around with people. If anything, his obsession with the old fridge he store away the animals in has increased and his sacrecy. Patrick is basically how he was before, yet, now he has a girlfriend along his side, you.

You were the closest thing to 'love' he could truly feel, he thought of you a little bit differently than he thought of the usual folk. Maybe you were 'real' like him and the two of you got along even if he was a bit creepy. You didn't mind it, it's almost like you had a small thing for it.

Anyhow, Patrick was at your house ans in your bedroom. His gray-green eyes were scanning all over the different items and decorations in your room. Like some posters hung up on your walls, some shelves that looked completely untouched and layered with dust, a radio with a CD and vinyl player, your bed, TV, etc. The dark brown haired boy wasn't exactly searching or snooping in your stuff, but more just curiously grazing over stuff if he saw something interesting.

Patrick eventually caught those green eyes of his on something, a basket of CDs. Patrick looked at a very specific one, a CD with a pink and blue clown on it, and with a group called 'Insane Clown Posse'. The word 'clown' and the art made him curious of what it sounded like. Plus, a clown being around Derry and all, it was practically interesting to Pat already.

"Clown?..."

Patrick was holding the mostly black CD case in his hand, his head turning over to you as you were sitting down on your bed. Patrick gave you this mixture of a curious yet playful grin carved along his lips. Almost like he was silently begging you to allow him to play it. He was curious what it sounded like, plus, it looked pretty new, pretty fresh.