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It took half a week of searching to finally find the treasure we were sorely missing.

On the concrete. The cold, hard concrete. Lying down, face first, looking weak and miserable. He was in different clothes from the last time I saw him, which is good; it should mean that he hasn't lost everything. He definitely hasn't bought a house in the past 4 days.

Poor guy. He needs help.

I lightly tap him on the shoulder.

His eyes burst wide open in a way that deeply worries me. It's clear that he's been walking alone these past few days, or else he wouldn't be nearly this frightened. Maybe he could have found a friend, and a place to call home.

Or, he could have actually called home.

There is definitely a cell phone in the pocket of his jeans. Why did he not tell us when he got lost? This isn't even a forest where cell service is fragile; the city street is wide open. Did he never think to at least dial 911?

There's only one thing I can do now: get him back home.

“Balloony-”

“WHO-”

“Balloony.”

“...”

Oh, he's drunk.

“I know you can be a bit of an airhead, but-”

“Excuse me? This is my first impression of you and you're already calling me stupid?”

“You actually can't recognize me, can you?”

“I don't even know who you are!”

“We have lived together for yearz.”

“Have we? Have we really?”

“Yez! We have a zon together.”

“I- Rocky?”

And then he just stares at me blankly while I nod my head. I really don't know what's wrong with him; even when he's been drunk and frustrated before, he's never been anywhere close to this... outright unaware of what's going on.

“I haven't seen him in days."

It's great that he at least cares about Rocky. Is he at least starting to remember me?

“Balloony, what happened-”

“I'M the one with a son. I'VE raised Rocky for his entire life. Who are YOU to gaslight me into thinking that you - this person who wakes me up off the street - has anything to do with him?”

“ARE YOU ZERIOUZ?”

“And why are YOU trying to make me give you information? I have had a VERY challenging past few days.”

“I KNOW. Zo have I, because I haven't zeen you!”

“Again, you are a complete stranger who just woke me up in the middle of the night!”

“You were lying down on the zide of the road, why wouldn't I help you?”

“Should I think that you're going to take me any place better!”

“I was planning to take you home.”

“Home?”

“You clearly don't have a place here; you can't zleep on the ztreet."

"Again, why are you worried about me?"

"I didn't know where you were!”

“And that's a good thing! You grab a person off the street and use their missing son to get them to follow you home? What a creep!”

“PLEAZE-”

“You prey off of vulnerable single husbands. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

I have no idea what to say after that. The person I love, the one who I've cherished for years, just doesn't recognize me anymore.

This isn't Balloony either. Even in his most Balloony would not freak out like this. I was looking forward to showing him Rocky again, and getting our life back to normal.

But with Balloony in this state of mind, being this shaken up and hostile… I don't know if he's ready. I don't feel comfortable with him around Rocky until he feels comfortable around me again.

It's disappointing, but I have to get back in the car. As soon as I hear Rocky click his seatbelt in, we get going. Slowly but surely, we make it back home.

It took half a week of searching to finally find the treasure we were sorely missing.

On the concrete. The cold, hard concrete. Lying down, face first, looking weak and miserable. He was in different clothes from the last time I saw him, which is good; it should mean that he hasn't lost everything. He definitely hasn't bought a house in the past 4 days.

Poor guy. He needs help.

I lightly tap him on the shoulder.

His eyes burst wide open in a way that deeply worries me. It's clear that he's been walking alone these past few days, or else he wouldn't be nearly this frightened. Maybe he could have found a friend, and a place to call home.

Or, he could have actually called home.

There is definitely a cell phone in the pocket of his jeans. Why did he not tell us when he got lost? This isn't even a forest where cell service is fragile; the city street is wide open. Did he never think to at least dial 911?

There's only one thing I can do now: get him back home.

“Balloony-”

“WHO-”

“Balloony.”

“...”

Oh, he's drunk.

“I know you can be a bit of an airhead, but-”

“Excuse me? This is my first impression of you and you're already calling me stupid?”

“You actually can't recognize me, can you?”

“I don't even know who you are!”

“We have lived together for yearz.”

“Have we? Have we really?”

“Yez! We have a zon together.”

“I- Rocky?”

And then he just stares at me blankly while I nod my head. I really don't know what's wrong with him; even when he's been drunk and frustrated before, he's never been anywhere close to this... outright unaware of what's going on.

“I haven't seen him in days."

It's great that he at least cares about Rocky. Is he at least starting to remember me?

“Balloony, what happened-”

“I'M the one with a son. I'VE raised Rocky for his entire life. Who are YOU to gaslight me into thinking that you - this person who wakes me up off the street - has anything to do with him?”

“ARE YOU ZERIOUZ?”

“And why are YOU trying to make me give you information? I have had a VERY challenging past few days.”

“I KNOW. Zo have I, because I haven't zeen you!”

“Again, you are a complete stranger who just woke me up in the middle of the night!”

“You were lying down on the zide of the road, why wouldn't I help you?”

“Should I think that you're going to take me any place better!”

“I was planning to take you home.”

“Home?”

“You clearly don't have a place here; you can't zleep on the ztreet."

"Again, why are you worried about me?"

"I didn't know where you were!”

“And that's a good thing! You grab a person off the street and use their missing son to get them to follow you home? What a creep!”

“PLEAZE-”

“You prey off of vulnerable single husbands. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

I have no idea what to say after that. The person I love, the one who I've cherished for years, just doesn't recognize me anymore.

This isn't Balloony either. Even in his most Balloony would not freak out like this. I was looking forward to showing him Rocky again, and getting our life back to normal.

But with Balloony in this state of mind, being this shaken up and hostile… I don't know if he's ready. I don't feel comfortable with him around Rocky until he feels comfortable around me again.

It's disappointing, but I have to get back in the car. As soon as I hear Rocky click his seatbelt in, we get going. Slowly but surely, we make it back home.

It took half a week of searching to finally find the treasure we were sorely missing.

On the concrete. The cold, hard concrete. Lying down, face first, looking weak and miserable. He was in different clothes from the last time I saw him, which is good; it should mean that he hasn't lost everything. He definitely hasn't bought a house in the past 4 days.

Poor guy. He needs help.

I lightly tap him on the shoulder.

His eyes burst wide open in a way that deeply worries me. It's clear that he's been walking alone these past few days, or else he wouldn't be nearly this frightened. Maybe he could have found a friend, and a place to call home.

Or, he could have actually called home.

There is definitely a cell phone in the pocket of his jeans. Why did he not tell us when he got lost? This isn't even a forest where cell service is fragile; the city street is wide open. Did he never think to at least dial 911?

There's only one thing I can do now: get him back home.

“Balloony-”

“WHO-”

“Balloony.”

“...”

Oh, he's drunk.

“I know you can be a bit of an airhead, but-”

“Excuse me? This is my first impression of you and you're already calling me stupid?”

“You actually can't recognize me, can you?”

“I don't even know who you are!”

“We have lived together for yearz.”

“Have we? Have we really?”

“Yez! We have a zon together.”

“I- Rocky?”

And then he just stares at me blankly while I nod my head. I really don't know what's wrong with him; even when he's been drunk and frustrated before, he's never been anywhere close to this... outright unaware of what's going on.

“I haven't seen him in days."

It's great that he at least cares about Rocky. Is he at least starting to remember me?

“Balloony, what happened-”

“I'M the one with a son. I'VE raised Rocky for his entire life. Who are YOU to gaslight me into thinking that you - this person who wakes me up off the street - has anything to do with him?”

“ARE YOU ZERIOUZ?”

“And why are YOU trying to make me give you information? I have had a VERY challenging past few days.”

“I KNOW. Zo have I, because I haven't zeen you!”

“Again, you are a complete stranger who just woke me up in the middle of the night!”

“You were lying down on the zide of the road, why wouldn't I help you?”

“Should I think that you're going to take me any place better!”

“I was planning to take you home.”

“Home?”

“You clearly don't have a place here; you can't zleep on the ztreet."

"Again, why are you worried about me?"

"I didn't know where you were!”

“And that's a good thing! You grab a person off the street and use their missing son to get them to follow you home? What a creep!”

“PLEAZE-”

“You prey off of vulnerable single husbands. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

I have no idea what to say after that. The person I love, the one who I've cherished for years, just doesn't recognize me anymore.

This isn't Balloony either. Even in his most Balloony would not freak out like this. I was looking forward to showing him Rocky again, and getting our life back to normal.

But with Balloony in this state of mind, being this shaken up and hostile… I don't know if he's ready. I don't feel comfortable with him around Rocky until he feels comfortable around me again.

It's disappointing, but I have to get back in the car. As soon as I hear Rocky click his seatbelt in, we get going. Slowly but surely, we make it back home.