BEN was sat at a computer, a group of Pasta's huddled around him, all of them looking at the screen. "How hard is it to find that kid's IP?" Tim asked, obviously on about Toby, to the blonde haired boy, who  just let out a glitched growl of annoyance.

"I͓̽t͓̽ w͓̽i͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ t͓̽a͓̽k͓̽e͓̽ a͓̽s͓̽ l͓̽o͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ a͓̽s͓̽ i͓̽t͓̽ t͓̽a͓̽k͓̽e͓̽s͓̽, T͓̽i͓̽m͓̽o͓̽t͓̽h͓̽y͓̽!" The boy replied, clearly frustrated, as he turned around to glare at the brown haired male, quickly looking back at the screen.

Bing.

Jane pointed to the screen, "What's that?" She asked, pointing at the notification.

BEN answered with hesitance, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion "A͓̽n͓̽ e͓̽m͓̽a͓̽i͓̽l͓̽." He replied, he'd never had an email before.

He opened it with hesitance. The email address was: [email protected]

BEN raised an eyebrow, the only contents inside the email was a link.

With hesitance, he clicked on it, a new window opened; loading onto a YouTube channel, made half an hour ago, called, “Taylor's Trip”

BEN clicked onto the one video uploaded, everyone looking at it with curiosity. Their eyes widened when they saw who it was.

There sat Toby, on a train, using super glue to glue the cut smile together, so it no longer revealed the insides of his mouth, and just instead a thin line, like it had been somewhat stitched. Toby put the small, squeezy bottle of super glue down, staying quiet for a bit, so he wouldn't rip his cheek apart.

Once the glue had dried, he turned to look at the camera properly waving. "Hello, if you're new to my channel, you're probably wondering what is it about? Who am I? And, what do I wish to do as a potential influencer? Well, in this video, I will gladly sum that all up for you!" He introduced. "My names Taylor, and, this channel is about my journey across part of the United States, to get home, so, my channel maybe pretty short, as, I'm not sure if my home will allow me to charge my laptop." He laughed nervously, looking away from the camera- he was laying it out like this, so if a "normie" came across it, they wouldn't think too much of it.

He knew he wouldn't be able to charge his laptop in Vegas, he wouldn't even have a bed, nevermind a charging port.

He smiled, lifting his blue hood off of his head, and letting it fall down, atleast he had cleaned his face up. “Anywho, my goal is, is to entertain everyone, respond to any comments in the comment section, and, if I want you to know my email, you'll have it already! Any queries, questions, etc, please comment them, or, if you have my contact details, then, ask there too!”

And with that, the video ended, everyone giving each other either shocked or annoyed looks.