Three more shots go off and a stray bullet flies through the door and hits Dude 2. The door swings open and Fam falls on the floor with blood flowing from his chest. Dude 1 is laying outside next to the welcome mat. The boy walks over to dude 1, takes his phone from his pocket. As if it was second nature the boy takes a picture of Dude 1 and blogs it
INT. Sanitarium – 2 weeks later (Melrose plays low in the background)
The boy is sitting at a table staring at a television. Behind him a Doctor walks in with Naomi
Doctor
He hasn't been responsive since they brought him; he just at that table every day. Good luck in there
Naomi walks up behind him and sees him running his finger over a carving in the table. “Roscoe's Wetsuit”
Naomi
Hey, it's been a while
She sits across from him and sees nothing in his eyes
Naomi
I've been thinking about you a lot. I even wrote you a poem; do you want to hear it?
The boy doesn't respond he continues to sit there
Naomi
I go to bed after my alcoholic delusions
Boxing with T-Rexs, I pa** out before losing
Family and friends believe my addictive tendencies
Will eventually be the end of me
But the bottle does not discriminate
Especially when I'm filled with hate
So I sleep at the bottom
Of this sleek and slender bottle
Slowly dying of a disposition
Inherited against my wishes
Naomi begins to cry and runs out. As she walks out a tear escapes the boys eye. He looks at the T.V and the Today Show is on. They play a viral video that has been going around. What does the fox say starts playing. The boy smiles