Peeter: it's been a while shouldn't Dallon be getting on a connecting flight

Tidepod: did he tell you what flights and where

Peeter: no but it's been like seven hours. I would've assumed he would've been transferred by now

Hatrick: I don't know how airlines work don't ask me

Tylenol: I mean he might be soon it's a five hour flight across the country not including the time it would take to transfer flights

Tylenol: delays are a thing. He did depart at like five in the morning.

Peeter: I mean yeah but it's scary to fly so far alone what if something happens

Tidepod: don't worry about it he probably forgot to send a text

Tidepod: I haven't heard from him either so I wouldn't worry too much

Hatrick: he's a responsible adult we should trust him

Peeter: okay okay ur right

Peeter: I just finished my morning classes I hope he sends somethin before I leave in a few hours

Tidepod: what classes do you have next

Peeter: the boring ones

Hatrick: he has English and a science lab

Tylenol: "the boring ones" spelling is fun

Tidepod: it sounds like he complains about everything idk why you're surprised

Tylenol: oh I'm not

Tylenol: just in a constant state of shock by the words that leave his brain

Peeter: that's mean

Peeter: wait help

Hatrick: ?

Peeter: I was about to open the door to my room but I think there's someone in there

Peeter: PEOPLE IN THERE

Peeter: I don't recognize the voices

Peeter: they're also playing like loud Beethoven wtf

Tidepod: the mafia

Peeter: DONT SAY THAT I HAVE ANXIETY

Hatrick: the mafia is definitely not in your room

Tylenol: someone probably has the wrong room it's not a big deal

Peeter: I can't hear what they're saying through the wall

Peeter: I think it's a drug deal

Tidepod: you don't know that

Hatrick: are they fighting

Peeter: I don't know

Tylenol: put ur ear to the door and listen

Peeter: okay give me a sec

Peeter: it's silent now

Tidepod: the mafia probably climbed out of the window

Tylenol: it is not the mafia

Tidepod: we don't know that

Hatrick: you're really lucky you're hot enough to be an Instagram star

Tylenol: aye step off my man

Tylenol: stick em up Patrick I'll knock you out

Peeter: I'm gonna open the door

Peeter: should I film it for the cops

Tidepod: it's the mafia yeah you should

Tylenol: it's nOT THE MAFIA

Tidepod: we don't know that

Hatrick: it's not

Peeter: fuck but what if it is

Hatrick: ITS NOT open the door

Peeter: okay I'll get back to u ASAP