We used to day dream about being old enough to go in dates.

I had this image of myself

holding hands with

a really cute guy.

driving along some pretty road

It was never about going anywhere, really.

It's having some sort of freedom, I guess.

Jay? Are you awake?

What did you do?

You're not gonna believe me, but I need you to remember what I'm saying.

This thing, it's gonna follow you.

Somebody gave it to me,

and I passed it to you.

Wherever you are,

it's somewhere walking straight for you.

All you can do is pass it along someone else.

I'm scared, I need to find him.

What did he really do to you?

Apparently he used a fake name to rent a house in the city.

This isn't real, I swear to you. This is just some game.