Allow me to offer my sincerest apologies for my behavior this week. It was entirely inappropriate and out of my control.

The Maserati is yours to do with as you wish.

My brother has informed me that you are now his boyfriend.

I can't say I entirely approve, but you're a good man, and my brother needs someone who'll be good to him. Harm him and I'll tear your mind to shreds, my dear.

So, I noticed I haven't seen you around the library too much lately.

We should fix that.

Hey. Hypothetically speaking, how upset would you be if I got another date to the dance? I'm not being sneaky, genuinely asking.

Steven, Pella and Cara are in the hospital. Steven gets to come home later tonight, but I'm not sure about the other two.

I don't know what parts of this story are officially classified and which aren't, so I'll go with what's happening right now: Steven's going to be living with me for a while. He's gone through some [...] trauma. He doesn't remember anything. Not us, not this place. He didn't even know his own name when he woke up. It should all come back eventually, but until then, be nice about it. Try to avoid any extravagant lies just to fuck with him. That's my job.

I found Noah on the floor alone. Annabel's gone.