Guest stops infront of a house.

It's moderate, white paint flaking off in spots. The windows are all closed, shutters half shut. The porch light has not been working for two months and no one's bothered to fix it yet. Doesn't matter. It's mid day anyway. The lawn is mowed but growing again, slowly. The fence sorrounding the house is painted white, holding up nicely. The same fate didn't reach the mailbox though. It's bent. Someone probably rear-ended it with their car.

Guest opens the fence gate and step onto the lawn, walking over to the front door. They ring a bell. Nothing. Ring it again. Nothing.

Right. The bell is broken.

Guest sighs and knocks instead. Three firm knocks with their fist. They wait. Already hear the sound of feet aproaching the door. The door opens and—

Guest smiles a little and steps inside, closing the door behing themselves. They follow Danika down the hallway and reach a room at the end of the hallway. Last door with a busted doorknob.

The door's already open. Guest peaks in and steps in.

They find their best friend, Levonte on his desk chair, looking over the computer. He's hunched over, dressed in a big hoodie and basketball shorts, one sock missing. He looks.. tired. Still clearly sick. Danika is on his bed, feet swinging back and forth, observing the scene with obvious curiousity.

Guest clears their throat.