3rd Person POV- After a very long week, the group was resting from what happened. Still recovering and recooperating after Spookers death. Toast and Ghost have both been trying to lighten Collons mind off the matter, but Collon's mind refused to accept that Spooker was gone.

Collon POV- I was in my room at the P.I.E, curled up on my head. The cops had already went to get Spookers body from the sewer pipe. But I didnt wanna think about that. I curled up tighter in my ball, tears running down my face.

"I-I wish you were here Spooker.." I mutter quietly to myself. Holding my legs close to my chest. There's a light knock on my door.

"Collon? Are you in here?" Asks that cool, calm, and collected Brit. I wipe away the tears from my eyes and face.

"Yeah... I-I'm in here..." I say in a much weaker voice.

"May... may I come in?" Toast asks hesitantly. I pause for a second, sitting up on my bed.

"... Sure..." I finally say. Then the door gently ans quietly opens, showing Toast.

Toast had some bandages and patches on over him, most likely he was treated by one of H.Q's docters. He gives me a small smile.

"Hey Collon, how are you doing in here?" He asks, walking up to me. I look down at the floor, cupping my hands together in my lap. 

"... not really ok... I-I miss Spooker." I say weakly. Toast gives me a pity like look, then gently pats my shoulder with his hand.

"Collon... I miss Spooker too... and I understand that this must be hard for you... but if Spooker were here he would want you to be happy. Not mourning." Toast said, trying to sound gentle with his wording.

I force myself to choke down a sob as my eyes water up more. I hear Toast gently sigh.

"Take your time Collon... though, do try and eat something and get some sleep.... a-and... sir and I are both here for you... you know that right?" Toast asks me quietly. I only give him a slight nod for a response.

".... Ok.... well, food is out in the main lobby... everyone's decided to order pizza for tonight so... if you feel like your ready please feel free to join us." Toast looks at me, patting me on my shoulder again before turning and walking out of my quarters and shutting the door quietly.

I look down to my legs, thinking to myself. I then lay back down on my bed, curling up in the blankets again after deciding that sleep was a good option. Man... this last week was exhausting.

Toast POV- I walk back down the hall. Putting my hands in my pant pockets as I walked. I knew that Collon had developed feelings for Spooker and I knew it would crush him if Spooker died...

I close my eyes for a split second, then open them again, forcing myself not to think of our fallen investigator.

"I Dont Want You In My Head Again!! And You Like Johnny?!" I flinch, coming out of my transe as I heard the shouting voices.

With my interest level peeked I listen around for voices again.

"What's Wrong Ghostie? Cant I Have My Own Interests?" Caskets voice was one I could recognize. I look over to a room seeing that it was partly open. I quietly walk over to it, peering inside.

Inside I could see Jimmy and sir. Both of them assumingly arguing over what was going to happen to Jimmy. I mean he did help us which I'm relieved for. But I'm also nervous of what other kinds of tensions there were if we let Casket stay with us here and become an investor, or one of the muscle people in our group.

Though Casket and Sir do look alike and I fear that Jimmy might try to use that against us or something. Though I can never be so sure.