•In Massachusetts's house, Boston, Massachusetts•

"..."

"How many shots did you take  last night?"

"Huh? Wha- Dude! I'm telling the truth!" New York practically yelled on the phone. "And I'll have you know that I stayed completely sober during last night's party!"

Massachusetts groaned angrily. Why? Because New York woke him up at 6:15A.M. For THIS.

"In case you didn't get the memo, he's dead, New York. Since the 18th century."

"No duh. Of course I know that! It's just... I don't know. But I do know what I saw!"

"It was probably no more than a figment of your imagination. There's no way that-"

Massachusetts was distracted by the sight of a man out of the corner of his eye.

"Hello? HELLO?! Massachusetts? You there??"

"Uh, New York, I-I'll call you back."

And with that, Massachusetts hung up.

•In New York's apartment, NYC, New York•

New York sighed and put his cellphone down

'Such a helpful brother...'

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•Meanwhile, in Massachusetts's house, Boston, Massachusetts•

Massachusetts's POV

I was alarmed at the sight of a man dressed in fancy 18th century fashion
looking out my balcony window.

I got up closer to the figure, ready to attack whenever needed, when he turned around and looked at me with curious violet blue eyes. I let out a gasp as I recognized the man.

"A-Alexander?!"

He smiled warmly at me.

"It's nice to see you again, Massachusetts."

'Damn. I guess New York wasn't just on a hangover after all..."