A party. The idea started as a whisper from Trinity, muttering it to Dennis and Dennis told Victoria, Victoria told Samira, Samira told Mel, Mel told Cassie, Cassie told Frank, Frank told Dana, and Dana told Jack.

It started as an idea and now you’re here, a random place rented out to celebrate the lives you’ve saved. It stinks of cigarette smoke and liquor, the walls vibrating with the bass of shitty music as people hang around the room.

The smoke makes it hard to see, but if you can squint you can figure out who is who. Trinity seems to be teasing Dennis and Victoria while Mel stands by, chatting to Frank. Cassie and Samira are gossiping while Jack sticks to Robby, obviously having a conversation about only God knows what.