We walked through the heart of Bangkok. The city was so jammed packed together it was almost claustrophobic.

"Phil, I really think we should go to the American Consulate." Stu said.

"For what? Report a dead body we shoved into an ice machine?"

"What are we going to do? Keep walking around in circles that's so productive." Stu said.

"I'm trying to figure this out. Your attitude is not helping." Phil said as they began arguing.

"Well, I'm sorry. It's 100 degrees out and we don't have a plan. And all we've done is buy him hats and sodas." Stu said.

"What it's a bag of Fanta?" Alan said innocently behind us.

"All right, what do you want to do Stu?" Phil asked.

"I don't know." Stu said.

"Then stop yelling at me like it's my fucking fault." Phil said.

"It is your fault!" Stu said. "All I wanted was a bachelor's brunch!"

"How, how is it Phil's fault we are stuck in the middle of fucking Bangkok huh? Explain it to me Stu!" I yelled fed up by their preschool banter.

"Shit. Shut up its Doug." Phil said as he answered his phone. "Talk to me. Oh. Thank god. Doug found him. What happened? Arrested? For what? Seriously. Okay. Okay, I'll call you when we get there." Phil hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. "Teddy's in jail, but fine. We gotta get a cab."

"Okay. All right." Stu said with some optimism.

After what seemed like a ridiculously long time we finally hailed a cab and went to the police station that I couldn't pronounce.

Stu, Alan, the monkey and I sat and waited while Phil talked to the cops about getting Teddy.

"We're good, we're good. They're processing for release." Phil said as Stu laughed in relief. "Yeah they threw him in the drunk tank. He's fine."

"Sixteen years old, spent a night in jail. Can you imagine?" Stu said. Phil and I looked at each other with a small smirk.

"Ha ha we love to party." Alan said as a bared door opened.

"Here we go." Phil said as a guard wheeled a much older man wearing Teddy's jacket in wheel chair. "Wait, who is this fucking guy?"

"Teddy Srisai." The guard said.

"What-? No, no, no. I'm so—it's the wrong guy. Sir." Phil said as the guard walked away. Phil went back up to the front desk cop. Stu got up and stood behind him. I placed my head in my hands. Did they even have Teddy? I was so tired sitting there. I realized that I had nothing wrong with me physically unlike last time. I looked as Stu walked over to us.

"Excuse me, sir. How did you get this stuff?" Stu asked the man in the wheel chair holding what I assumed were Teddy's belongings and ID's. The man just stared at Stu.

"Teddy doesn't speak. We tried English, Thai, Chinese. Nothing." The cop at the front said. Stu walked up to the counter again.

"Let me ask you something." Stu began. I walked up and stood behind Stu ready to intervene if needed. "Does he look like he works out at Bally Total Fitness in Palo Alto, California?"

"Look we arrest a lot of people. We cannot analyze everything. All right?" the cop said.

"Well, what do you expect us to do with this guy?" Phil asked.

"Not my problem." The cop said. I turned to look at the guy and saw that Alan and "Teddy" were holding hands.

"Hey guys, I think he knows us." Alan said.

"So he doesn't speak at all?" I asked.

"No." the cop said. As Phil wheeled "Teddy" out of the station. We went down the block and across the street and sat around to talk. I stared at the guy in the wheel chair feeling like I had remembered something last night or something in general.

"Do you know where our friend is?! Teddy! He's missing!" Stu yelled at the man.

"Stu he doesn't talk, he's not deaf. Well as far as we know." I said.

"She's right. Just forget it. The guy is worthless." Phil said.

"He knows something. He's wearing Teddy's sweatshirt." Stu said.

"I think he's a monk." I said. They both looked at me like I was insane. "I'm a teacher guys I know some things about the world."

"Maybe he doesn't understand. Uh, I'll act it out. Yeah, like charades. Watch. Two words." Stu began to act out charades while talking, Alan tried to answer not understanding fully what Stu was doing.

"What would it matter if he was a Monk?" Phil asked.

"I don't know. It's something though isn't it?" I said looking up at him. I was secretly jealous he was wearing sunglasses. It made him look so much more at ease and less irritated at the damn heat.

"Stu, it's a waste of time." Phil said breaking my train of thought. "Just leave this fucking guy here."

"We can't do that Phil." I said.

"Oh, wait here's something. 'There are 500,000 monks living in Thailand. It is not uncommon for some monks to take a vow of silence, at the age of 8.'" Alan said reading off of the cards that he still miraculously had.

"There you go." Phil said. Part of me was happy I was probably right, yet part of me felt doomed and cocky.

"Is there anything else in that envelope?" Stu asked Phil.

"No, it's empty." Phil said as Stu began going through Teddy's cards.

"Whoa, hang on. A drink card from White Lion Bar, Bangkok?" Stu said.

"Worth a shot." Phil said as Stu handed the card to him.

After a couple minutes of walking we made it to an alley way where the bar should be.

"Jesus Christ. Is this the place?" Phil said as we walked down an alley way. We had asked multiple people where the bar was and we were pointed to this miniature alley shit hole.

"It looks like a damned bomb went off." I said.

"That's what it says." Stu said. Allan was pushing "Teddy" in the wheelchair through the rubble on the street.

People around us were cleaning up the debris, rubble and contents that could have only been assumed were once part of their stores.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This is the White Lion." Stu said and pointed to one of the most burned buildings in the alley.

"What the fuck happened here?" Phil said pulling me closer to him by my dress.

"Holy shit." Stu said as a man behind us began yelling in Thai. We all turned around, whatever he was saying was directed at us.

"Oh, okay. Just keep walking. Yeah." Phil said as he ushered us along.

"Okay. Yeah, we should probably—" Stu said.

"I don't have a good feeling about this." I said. As we continued walking the more people kept yelling, a woman even through some rubble at Stu.

"What the fuck is going on?" Stu said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Guys check it out." Alan said as he pointed to a Tattoo shop. We had left the rubble zone, it was relatively clean considering the chaos not 5 feet from it.

"Holy shit, Stu. Look." Phil said as he ran over and pointed out Stu's tattooed face picture.

"That's my face!" Stu exclaimed.

"No shit." I said. Stu completely ignored my comment and pushed us inside the tattoo shop.

"Hello?" Phil asked.

"Be with you in a minute." A man said from somewhere in the building. Once my eyes had adjusted and we were in the middle of the room I could make out a man tattooing… a child?

"Phil that's a kid." I pointed out.

"Yes, I know." Phil said. "Excuse me."

"Oh look who it is." The man said with a cigarette between his lips. "So what do you think?" the man said as he continued to tattoo a child.

"I'm sorry." Stu said.

"The tattoo? You love it?" the man asked.

"No, uh, actually I hate it." Stu said as a matter of factly.

"No refunds. Get the fuck out." The man said.

"Wait a second." Phil said.

"Read the sign." The man pointed out. Which read exactly what he had just previously said.

"Look we don't want any refunds." I said.

"We just have a couple of questions." Phil explained. "We're trying to figure out what went down last night."

"What went down? Take a look what you did outside. Half of the neighborhood went down." The man said.

"Fantastic." I exclaimed.

"We did that?" Stu asked.

"You don't remember getting into a bar fight at the White Lion?" the man asked. "Starting a full on fucking riot?"

"No, sir. We don't remember anything." Phil said politely. The man and Alan started laughing.

"Oh boy. Hold this." The man said handing the kid the tattoo gun. He reached around and got out his phone. "Check this out." He said handing the phone to us.

There were people yelling and sirens wailing on the phone. You could see a shirtless Stu yelling and twirling his shirt in the air. Phil and I standing in the background laughing our heads off. People including Stu were throwing things down the alley. When it showed what was down the alley it was the police in riot gear. "Fuck the police!" Stu yelled in the recording. Teddy got near the camera looking higher than a kite yelling random things.

"There's Teddy, he was with us." Stu said.

We looked back to the phone. A gas bomb was thrown at us. Teddy took off his sweatshirt and handed it to the monk in the wheelchair. And then with the crowd we ran leaving the monk with the cops.

"That's when the cops started to arrive, stated cracking skulls." The tattoo guy said. "I took you guys and hid you in the shop here. Then you decided to get a tattoo. Cried like a little bitch. This kid's fucking 9 years old. He's got balls twice your size. Show him your balls man." The kid started undoing his pants.

"No, no, no. that's okay. Listen we're looking for our friend Teddy. Have you seen him?" Phil asked.

"Not since last night. Why what happened?" the man asked.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to marry his sister tomorrow and we kind of lost him." Stu explained.

"Oh well. Then fuck it." The man said.

"What do you mean 'fuck it'?" Stu asked.

"Bangkok has him now and she'll never let him go." The man said.

"You hear that? Huh? Is this what you wanted? Happy now?" Phil said.

"Phil, stop. He has a vow." I pleaded.

"You're wasting your time. These monks take their vow shit seriously." The man said and rolled over to us. He took the monks hand and showed us a tattoo on his wrist. "You see this? That's the sign of the Chiang Mei monastery just outside of town. Maybe someone over there can get him to talk."

"Thank you." I said as I walked out the shop with the guys behind me.

"Hailey where you going?" Stu asked.

"I'm going to get us a cab!" I said.