I'm worried about him. Is he okay? I'm so worried about him. I can't seem to focus on the roleplay. My mind always drifts off to the thought of him. I havn't seen him in a while. The last time i saw him he was sitting in the corner of his room, crying into his hands. I missed that guy. I don't knew where he saw, but i hope will all my heart that he was safe and sound in this building.

CURRENT NURSE ROXY POV:

I sat in the little room i had in the univerity. My head lowered with shame and discust. My desk was piled with papers for testing on the students. I had wasted my life. I needed to finish my own life. With a gun. To my head. I looked up. My eyes hurt so badly. I felt dizzy and i wanted to throw up. I got up lazily from the floor and fell into my office chair.

I lifted my hands to the keyboard. My skinny fingers trempled over the keys. My eyes burned even more as i looked at the bright screen. I swollowed, and began to add on to a open word doc i had up on my laptop.

I'm sorry. I just can't handle this anymore. I'm sure Rose can take my shift. Or you can eaisly hire someone new. I may be gone forever but it's not like it will make much of a differance.

I stopped typeing and leaned my chair back. This letter will soon be all that's left of me. So, i've been taking my time on it. I want every last word to count. I rolled my eyes back and rested my eyes a bit. I sighed, crossing my arms. The only reason i have my own room is beacuse of Rose. She didn't give it up herself. Docter Scratch gave it to me nce she moved to the better rooms closer to the big man of this building.

I started leaning back more as i hear a sudden typeing on my laptop. I quickly strightened myself out and looked at the screen again. Nobody was here but me. Yet, there seemed to be some new words in my open document.

Hello Roxy,

Look, you don't have to do this. So many people care about you. Think about the little things in life you enjoy. Think about how far you have gone in life. You are so important. You shouldn't do this to yourself. Don't even think about doing this. You are amazing.

I looked around the room. No one. Could a student have done this? Anyways, i looked at the writeing as i started to backspace it out. I then started typeing again.

There is nothing special about me anyways. There are many people better at this job then i am. I always show up late with a bottle of booze and a tore up dress. I'm not a good worker. I am not needed. I am a horrible person with many scars that scare off students. They don't want to talk to me or get tested on by me.

I looked back and scooted out. I wonder if the student is still here. Is it a student? Who typed on my doc? Right as those thoughts flew by my mind i heard slow typeing again. I leaned in, looking at the words.

Were they seriosly trying to get me to stop this? Why do they care about me?

Look, Rozy, i know you. I've always seen you here. I've followed you for a while now and i don't want to see you go. You may not think or see how important you are but you are an amazing person. There are people who will miss you. I'll miss you. Your co-workers will miss you. You are good at your job. You rised a perfect and beatiful daughter. She knows how to get shit done. And so do you.

I looked over the words again. Rereading them a few times. I looked at the keys and started typeing slowly.

Who is this? How are you getting into my computer? How have you been following me and why?

Roxy, what isn't imporant. What is is that you understand that you shouldn't be doing this.

No, you can't change my mind. My mind is already made up.

No it's not.

Yes, it is. I've been thinking about this for a while and i know i should do this.

Look, you can't do this! You're so important! You can survive and rise to the top!

I looked over and my gun was pushed to the floor. I fell to grab it and it kept spinning away. I stood up with my weak knees and yelled, "STOP IT YOU PIECE OF SHIT I MADE UP MY MIND!"

It was quiet. Then i heard wind and a little whisper that sounded like, "Roxy..."

I stood there with rub burnt knees clutching my fists. "Who said that? Where are you hiding?" The wind blew again. God, i've gone crazy havn't I? What was in that wine i had? Did i drug myself? God, what was going on? I heard a quiet little laugh i could barely make out.

"Don't laugh at me."

You don't even know how much you need life don't you? You love the little things. Like your wine. and partying.

I looked over at those words and stepped to my gun that was across the room. I bumped into something and heard something fall over. What the hell? The gun slid to the corner of the room. "Stop." I heard the voice say again. It seemed to be in pain.

"Did i run into you?" I laughed and bent over to place i heard someone fall at. "S-shut up it's not important." The voice stuttered. The window was open and i heard some wind blow out. "I hope i can see you later. I trust you to not use that gun." And the voice was gone.

CURRENT ARADIA POV:

The larp was done and i had some fun. Nepeta and Muelin were called out by their Psychiatrist, John E., for a check up. I sighed and stumbled to my room. I may have had fun but i miss Sol. Where was he? I knocked on the door of Sol's old room and it was opened up by a smileing, joyful little mute mexican.

Kurloz. He waved and signed something and opened the door up for me. Then i saw him. He was laying in the corner of the bed. I wondered if Kurloz could see him. Sollux came up to me and just said, "Sorry, i was helping out a old crush of mine." And floated out the door.