==>Dave: Walk outside.

>You shouldn’t go out. You shouldn’t, because bro said it was not safe for you to go out. You shouldn’t, because it’s a bit late and mostly, because you’re supposed to be dead. But woah, some miracle happened and someone grafted you with a week of life before coming back as the ghost you are, so, why the fuck not? You’re going to die in any case, later.
You decide to wear your usual pair of shades, a red hoodie, a pair of jeans a little bit baggy for your skinny-as-fuck body and a pair of red and white sneakers, the one your bro bought for your 17th birthday, before your fucked up suicide. Oh, you also decide to put a hat one, one of those ridiculous and colorful ones with some kind of braids on the side -and you still don’t fucking know what’s this thing’s name, of course. The iPhone was in your pocket with your little group of keys when you immedately dart out, feeling after years the cold and the breeze pinching your nose and cheeks.
You wander around for a while, until you decide to spend the 5 bucks you found on the ground for a pack of cheetos -since your brother finished all the cheetos in the house, that greedy fucker.
And, wandering in the supermarket, you accidentally bump against the last person you were imagining to meet.