We will.

Is there anything I can do for you?

I don't know. Just take care of things for me?

I will. 

I'm sorry. 

Well, they don't really have a lot else to do besides talking about the recent events.

Well, Scott doesn't really have much to say to Felix.

I'm kind of tired. I'll talk to you in the morning.

Good night.

Good night.

Felix still has one-way communication to everyone else and creates radio waves to send himself an e-mail. In case his... sibling reads it.

Trevor does read. Some of it's worrisome, but expected.

He goes looking for Sky.

Sky is laying in bed, staring at the wall.

"Hi, Sky... do you mind if I join you?"

"Sure, pull up a chair."

There are no chairs.

Trevor gives him a look, and sits next to him on the bed. "How are you doing? Interesting wall?"

"It's a wall. They always have a story to tell, so it's good when you're alone and can't sleep. Just read the wall."

"Have you slept at all?"

"Not today. Yesterday, I guess. Yesterday and today."

Trevor lays in bed with him, wing-hugs him.

Yeah okay, wing-hugs. 

"'M sorry. I don't want to distract you."

"Nah, I just came to see you. What do you have on your mind?"

"Fake memories, I guess. My life didn't really happen. It's hard to accept."

"Yes... Are they actually faked or copied?"

"They seem pretty fake. Scott doesn't remember any of the things I do."

Squeeze. "I am not psychiatrist, but... how do you feel about that?"

"I don't feel good about that. My dad, Scott, no one remembers anything. Just me. It wasn't real, and I don't, I don't know what to do."

"Fucking dreamshard," Trevor mutters, "do you know what you want?"

"Not really. I liked talking to Felix. He was nice."

"He is, and he cares about you."