tale as old as time

I wonder what lies Sam has been feeding you.

You mean truths? And I haven't seen him actually

I want cookies

[Franny jumped slightly, her eyes flying open as she heard someone talking to her. Looking rather shaken, she nodded] Oh, yes, everything’s fine. Absolutely fine. I’ve just been feeling funny lately, that’s all.

What's wrong? Can I help?

Text: Umm hey Sam. I hope that you're okay. I haven't heard from you in a while and that kinda worries me. So just leave me a message that you are. I.. yeah bye.

Ah, but, my friend, I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up.

I hope it goes up for a long time Gus.

You never know if someone is having a bad day and just need a bit of kindness. 

I’m sure. Plus, it actually is freezing out.

Glad to see you finally agree

It’s okay, I think I’ll be good to go back in now. Nurse Roberts is cool, I’m sure she’ll let this one slide.

Only if you're sure...

How old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen? I’m eighteen, so, technically, I really shouldn’t be drunk, but shhh, my sister Julie got me some whiskey.

I'm eighteen so we're the same age. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone. That means we should probably walk around a little bit more to sober you up? I'm just worried that you might get hypothermia

Unfortunately not. Sorry to drop the d-word on you during our first conversation.

Oh no, don't apologize really...

Oh, he’s probably right. Grief is a side effect of dying, you see.

Dying? You're joking right?

Eh. I think I’m in some bullshit stage of grief or something. At least, my so-called “therapist” thinks so. 

Well therapists don't know everything, they can only guess in my opinion. What d you think you're feeling?

The answer to that question is another question: why not?

Oooh touche. But is everything alright? Normally people don't do that.

Not very, no. That’s one of the problems with being drunk and having a fake leg.

Mind if I ask why you were drunk and wandering around Gus?