- C'mon, Dave, try it out.

- Why won't you try it yourself?

- Don't be such a pussy. Go lay on it!

- Guys, guys! Cut it off.

- Shut  up Jane! You have to become a man someday, Dave.

We've left the bub 15 minutes ago. Dave was nervous at first, but later he started notacibly freaking out as we encountered the outline; and Mike have gotten a bit too much, and now he was not at his best behaviour.

- This thing can be really dangerous!

- What the fuck are you saying. Do you really believe in this bullshit...

- Guys, stop this shit. Let's just go home.

- Shut up, Jane!

- Stop shutting me up, Mike!

- Do it! - Mike persisted.

- Fuck you! - Dave replied.

It has already started at the pub, when Dave declined Mikes proposal to have a vodka drinking contest. Mike is a military guy... he just doesn't understand that people can be... different.

- What did you just say!?

Dave backed up.

- Guys... Guys! - I tryed to interrupt, but it already has gone too far. Mike came closer to Dave and pushed him. The very next moment Dave was laying on the ground. Jane was standing there with eyes wide open while covering her mouth with her hand.

- Dave... - Mike came closer.

A streem of blood has ran from underneath Dave's head. He was no longer breathing. His body was laying positioned exactly within the outline on the sidewalk. I remember cops were giving us those looks as we tried to explain the circumstances.

A year has past since that night. Neither me nor Jane have been seeing Mike since, untill last week when he wrote her, telling that he's on medication now. He told her that after the incident he started to hear Dave's voice in his head. He told that the voice was harrasing and taking fun of him on any ocassion. Jane tried to be friendly and convince Mike, it wasn't really his fault. He ignored her attempts though. He seamed to be really paranoid. He seamed to be really scared. The last thing he told her, was that few days ago the voice sayd him, that there's the outline waiting for him, and it will fing him nomatter where he's going to hide. He asked for a help. But who can help such things.