I still can't see my dashboard. I didn't realize what deep shit Malkin and Chastin were but seriously Ai and Tab, good job on getting Chas. I hope he calms down soon.
Hang in there, Malkin. You're doing pretty damn awesome so far.
Now on my end of the spectrum of "What the fuck is going on?".
There is a strange man on my couch.
Mom and Dad are both asleep. This guy's downstairs. On the basement couch. I found just like five minutes ago, sleeping, and I crept upstairs to the computer and wait a minute.
...I'll be back.
Guys. He has a strawberry blonde hair. He's beaten and cut and further examination of the suit jacket (why is he wearing a suit jacket...) shows tearing and thorns and...dirt. And blood.
Lucky he's dead asleep so I can creep on him.
I found a paper in his pocket. All it says is "I AM NOT ALEXANDER" in really frantic writing over and over again.
This is Todd.
Alive. And unmasked.