The calendar reads September 14th, Cyrus springs out of bed. “Chris!”, Tim yells up from downstairs, “I’m going to run some errands can you help me?”. Chris jogs down the stairs excitedly and heads out the door with Tim. The pair walk down the street a bit before they turn down an alley. “Have you got it?”, Cyrus asks. “Of course I fucking do”, Tim responds lightheartedly. Tim pulls out a bag of leaves, he rolls two joints out of the leaves and hands one to Cyrus, then the pair start smoking. “Bro”, Tim says in a fit of giggles, “we need to actually get some errands done today, Benny was on my tail the other day for getting you high as shit and wasting the day”. Cyrus giggles back, “man fuck Benny”. The pair sit there laughing, hours pass with nothing but nonsensical rambles and laughs as the pair slowly slip back to a normal stream of consciousness.

“Right”, Tim says, “here’s our to-do list: buy food for the homeless on crossing, Jared needs his prescription and we also need to go to the square for both newspapers”. 

The pair arrive at a selection of small, grey concrete buildings all lined in a square. In the center is a stand lined with newspapers. Cyrus picks one of these newspapers while the man running the stand hands Tim another one that came from underneath the stand. A drop of rain falls on Cyrus’ head, then more fall around him. “Shit”, Tim exclaims,  “it's starting to rain, you go grab the food I’ll go to the chemist. We should be able to get home quick”. 

Cyrus runs to a building that simply says “shop” in big letters above the door. He walks through the aisles occasionally dropping pieces of pre-made food in his basket. After doing this for a few minutes a faceless man runs towards him and starts dragging him out of the shop. “James?”Cyrus asks, confused. James turns back to him, “the…they got us, they found us. The faced regime, a few of us got away but…wait till we get to the car I’ll tell you everything”. Cyrus gets thrown into the back of a tinted family wagon, he sees other members of the unification group sat in a circle. 

There's Tim. I see James. That pretentious faced guy whose name I never got. Frenchine is right there. Where the fuck’s Benjamin

“They got Benjamin”, James says. “Those filthy bastards, they killed Jared, one of their own. Michael…for fuck sake Chris they killed Michael, a fucking baby. What the fuck is a baby gonna do? Michelle put one of their guns to her own head. We’re all that's left, we’re the unification group”. Tim's eyes lose all their vibrancy, any sign of feeling behind them gone, until tears stream from them. “Go back”, Tim says timidly, "I need to give Jared his medicine”. The pretentious guy grits his teeth, “for fuck sake Tim”, he starts to sniffle, “Jared’s fucking dead, dead as a doornail. His brains were everywhere for fuck sake”, his voice drops, “get a hold of yourself man”. “Well if hes already dead then how fucked is he gonna be without his medicine”, Tim responds, his voice lacking the certainty it usually has. A silence takes over the back of the car before it's broken by Cyrus. “So, what now?”.

“I’m glad you asked”, James interjects, “Devine, fuck off”. The pretentious guy looks at him with shock. “What are you kicking me out for”. “We’re nearly here, you knew they wouldn't let you in…sorry mate”, James responds. “Anybody mind telling me what’s going on”, Tim raises. James responds, “We’re joining the revolution…if the mouse sits still the cat will eat it, if the mouse fights back it might at least leave a scratch on the cat before he dies. The cats have shown playing nice doesn’t work, now the only way to beat a cat is to be a dog. Are you ready to be a dog or will we just sit here and wait till we’re just a person sized stain on the floor”. Before anyone could tell what was happening Cyrus had a knife pressed to devine’s neck.