Blue, pink, green. Three colors. They strobe across their faces. The music dances. The game goes on. James Masslow lands a hole in one on the third hole with his pink ball. Ciarra Bravo and Carlos Pena Vega boo him and then laugh. Smirking the tall pretty boy walks over and presses his back against the tall eagle totem in the native section of the course on which they play.

"Alright, my turn." Says Ciarra and she walks over to rest her blue ball down on the fake grass. She's on six shots already and that's not just for the game. Tequilla from the Mellow mushroom has her spinning but she's alright because she with friends and it's still daylight.

A buzz comes from James phone and he's walking away to answer it.

Carlos looks over with big puppy eyes but the click is sounding and the ball is rolling. Before he knows hit her neon blue club is on the left peck of his chest and he knows exactly what she would say if they were alone.

He places his green ball down on the grass and looks up at her, "Have you heard about Kendall? That book?"

She smiles, "I think it's huge. He's so anxious. Have you noticed?"

"When do I not notice?" He taps his ball, it pops off a rock, swirling around the detour tunnel, and rounding up only to plop in the hole.

A scoff comes from James as he walks back over, "My damn phone died."

"Oh!" Pipes Katie as she positions herself over the blue ball that stands alone beside the rock, "I have a portable charger in my bag. Carlos go grab it would you?"

He nods and turns to walk over to the bench beside the angry looking native statue. I'd be angry too if someone took my home from me and murdered people I loved until I was mental tormented enough to believe something other that what my ancestors taught me.

He digs through her bag but comes up short. Notebooks, laptop, pencil bag, no charger. Just as he was about to say something he catches a blip of red light in his eye. Looking over he spots the device lying out on the ground next to a shrub beside the bear pond. The first hole just past the entrance wall isn't far of a walk so he goes alone leaving the other two to Cierra's fruitless attempts to land her ball in the hole.

He reaches the hole and kneels down to pick up the device only to look through the trees and see a man in a penguin mask from the local aquarium staring back at him through the fake trees. He furrows a brow as he wraps his fingers around the device. The next time he looks up the person is gone and James is calling out to him from the second hole where a waterfall crashes into a pond just before the flag.

He shrugs and returns to the game.

Twenty minutes later, as they have master minded the neon sector of the course. James is glowing in his bright pink t-shirt, Katie is studious in her flashing green glasses, and Carlos is lonesome with his beaming blue bookbag.

James is suddenly behind Carlos as the two of them wait for Cierra to completely mess up yet another hole and Carlos is shivering beneath his touch. There's a comment about dancing and the music is laughing with Carlos instead of at him. He spins and looks up at James' face only to pull away as it's his turn.

Cierra rereferences the stupid thing James said earlier about the bird being in flight as she lands her first hole in one of the game and they all three shout in excitement. Luckily the music drowns them out from the other people around them. Conversations, people, objects of reality beyond them.

This time it's Carlos' green ball that flies up and over a make shift glow in the dark orange spiderweb. It's Cierra who volunteers to go fetch it for him. Around the bend she goes. Stepping over yellow ropes and leaping from stone to stone to work her way through the river bed.

James is pulling Carlos over into a shadow. Lips press to lips. Tongues firmly decide things before the mind can catch up. Carlos is being felt up by a pretty boy and is forcing them apart as soon as it crosses his mind, "Can you please stop? It doesn't work."

"What doesn't work?" Whimpers James.

Carlos pulls away and spots that James' phone, on the nearest bench is lighting up green. Full charge. So he pops the portable charger off and slides it back into her back pack then throws it over his shoulder.

Carlos has fallen prey to that smile before but not this time. He just scoffs and continues down the walkway through a set of fake trees to find Cierra standing alone in the light of a fake moon with her back to him. Her hair flutters in a draft from a fan and she holds her pose so soddenly. He's almost afraid to approach her but he does anyway.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

She gasps, "I'm sorry. I haven't been quite myself since the show ended. I've been using. You know, the Demi, the Lindsay, the Amanda. Or, I was, up until two months ago. I haven't touched Ketamine since the announcement of your reunion. Still, I could have sworn-" She stops, why did she stop.

She shrugs and hands him the ball, "I'm sorry Carlos. Let's head back."

"To the cabin?" He asks.

She laughs, "To the hole."

Another hour goes by and they're outside on the strip. The suns finally set and they've just reached the last vendor before he closed up the shop. They got all three turkey legs half off because it was closing time. Oh how sweet the glaze behind their lips.

A buzz comes from Carlos' phone. He pulls it out, "Damn my phone is dying."

An engine sounds and the owner of the shop has pulled away out of the ally a few feet ahead of them.

Cierra pulls her bag off her shoulder and shuffles around for the charger, "Where did it go? Carlos did you put it back in here?"

"Yeah he did." Says James, "I watched him."

He then turns around to look at the empty strip behind them. A flashing light catches his eye. He smirks and hands his turkey leg over to Carlos, "Hold this."

Then he went on his mission. This was James. Hard headed, beautiful, and quick to jump on the chance to do something for a friend. Especially for a friend like Carlos. The only mission he wouldn't take was the one Carlos needed the most. It was this thought that was crossing Carlos' mind as he and Cierra watched the penguine masked person step out of the shadows.

There were more.

She couldn't scream. He couldn't fight. They didn't stand a chance.

The needles found their veins, the blood rushed to their brains, the door to a van shut and the engine lit on fire.

Now Logan is carding off five patients into separate rooms in the first floor corridor. Lucy is so calm in her sleep. It's the only time he's ever felt like she wasn't judging him. How unfortunate it is that he had to help her and these other strangers he doesn't recognize. Had she only been on time. He told her; 22 minutes. She's waited an hour and missed something very important. He'll be lucky enough if he can save her.

There, on the dash of the turnsided uhaul, rests the portable charger. The red light flickers out, then dies. Carlos' phone lies shattered on the ground only a few feet away.