You tried to ignore the potent breath being blown down your neck as you opened each meme file, got his approval, and copied it to his desktop. You came across an old mp4 file and opened it.

It was a video of your dad. You gasped. He strode across a stage, microphone in hand, passionately speaking his mind for his laughing audience. You were shocked, in awe of how you were watching your dad, alive again, being himself, living freely and joyously. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes.

Haywood shouted as he ran to his desk and rotated a drawer handle. Tiny green lights throughout the room shut off. The rotund escort pushed you away from the computer and closed the video.