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92 - back dated to event start

( Dream preamble )

[Action A, household and Williams Street

Crowe watches the news bulletin, and is concerned. Maybe that wasn't just a dream. But he was still here. Was this going to be like last Christmas? Was he going to be trapped in an illusion while everyone else wasn't? Crowe immediately runs off to find his non-droned housemates, and out onto the streets to talk to any neighbors or people passing by.]

Did you see that news report?

[Action B, high school and later downtown

The reactions he's getting are hostile and cold, people calling him a fake. It was confusing, hurtful, obviously another one of Mayfield's mind games. But he's not the only one getting this reaction, so he can see in school and out on the streets. Crowe's investigative intuition takes over as he tries to force down the panic. He'll be approaching other people who are getting the hostile reaction to being "fake".]

Hey... Can I ask you something?

[Action C, the porch of 1247 Williams, at night

It may be cold, but Crowe's sitting out on the porch, a candle lit on a small tablet next to him. He's writing a letter. Maybe he can't get through to people, but this may work. He;s working on two different ones - one to his his friends, and one to Silence. Feel free to approach or accost him, though.]

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[1] It's not a fun day to wake up and find two of your housemates droned. Crowe leaves the house, not wanting to deal with them, only to find out later that 3 of his friends - Aaron, Kakyoin and Flay - are also droned.

To add insult to injury, he finds something in the mailbox with his name on it. It's a small manila envelope. There is only a photo inside, and he stares at it for a long while. It's a mugshot of him when he was 15, when he was caught trying to burglarize a museum in Italy. Considering his infamous last name in the crime world of his homeland, he was quickly booked and thrown in jail until his uncle helped get him out and cleared his name.

To anyone who approaches him, his expression is completely unreadable, blank. Crowe wasn't quite sure what Mayfield was trying to tell him with this one.

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[2] Later, there's a motorcycle zipping through town at an unsafe speed. To anyone who knows Crowe, the bike is recognizable. To anyone else, the helmet covers his telltale hair color, and the sunglasses might make it harder to tell who's driving. But you better look out if you're crossing the street, or waiting in your car at that intersection - there's a Ducati coming up fast. A bit later, he'll be driving on the highway, looping through over and over and over again, getting as much speed as he can handle.

Eventually, he runs out of gas, and he simply hops off the bike and walks it back into town, towards home. Approach?

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[Crowe knew better than to send a letter asking for a peaceful Christmas. He should have known his wish would be granted in the most twisted way possible.

Residents of Mayfield will find him today wandering around town looking like he's trying not to panic, and muttering to himself. You'll see him looking in windows of houses, running through the streets, occasionally calling the names of his friends.

Any attempt you might make to talk to him is completely ignored. He doesn't even notice if you touch him, as he brushes right past you. He looks scared, and angry, and lost.]

No, no, no! You know this isn't real, i-it... it's not. It's just Mayfield. They're not... they're not really dead... they can't all be...

[Mayfield has him completely trapped in a delusion. To Crowe, everyone in town but him is dead. He's utterly alone, and the longer it goes on the harder it is to convince himself this isn't real.

Later you'll find him sitting on a curb, head in his hands, looking defeated. Nothing anyone says or does to him seems to get through. His not!family will find an empty present and a letter on the floor near the Christmas tree.

That night, he returns home, and hurries to his room, and locks the door.]

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[The hazmats broke into Crowe's house again last night, burning and killing everyone inside. He thought his house would be safer, since they had already checked there and turned up nothing, already killing him once for no reason... but apparently he was wrong.

The next morning when he awakes, Crowe doesn't call anyone or go anywhere. Any other residents, guests, or visitors of 1247 Williams will find him in what's left of his room, sitting in a corner, knees to his chest. He doesn't know what else to say, or what to do. And there he will sit. Anyone is free to come by and try to talk to him.]