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My soul has let me down.

Does that mean you're dead?

No, kid, means I'm disappointed. Like sad, y'know?

Oh. I guess that's better than being dead.

Some people think so, yeah. What's your name, kid?

William. What's your name?

I'm Ray. Can I call you Will or d'you prefer another name?

You can call me Billy if you want. William is okay too. Is your real name Raymond?

Billy, okay. That's a cool name. And yeah, it's Raymond, was that a lucky guess?

Well... Ray sounds like Raymond. That's my logical logic.

You're a smart kid, y'know that? But d'you think it's a good idea for you to be using the internet to talk to strangers, Billy?

I don't know, Ray, maybe its not. But then is it a good idea to post the internet where kids can see it?

Are you a bad guy?

Well, you gotta point, yeah.

I try not to be. Why, you know many bad guys?

No. But you sounded like a bad guy that's all.

Old habit, kid. Sorry.

If it makes you feel better, I'm actually a police officer but I'm off-duty right now.

Oh. Okay. Then I guess you had to say that stuff for your job.

What stuff?

About not talking to strangers.

I think most people would tell you the same thing, Billy. Do you know Mac by any chance? She's a young woman, a friend of mine.

Yes. *Billy suddenly realises which Ray he is and starts to back away*

I can't talk to you anymore. Not without Mac anyway.

Hey! Hey, kid, it's okay. Alright? How 'bout we get Mac and then we can talk some more. How's that sound?

I guess that would be okay.

Ray, what's up?

Bears lost. Apart from that, I guess only a couple of things.

And you don't want to talk about them?

Do I ever? It's just...today's not a great day.

I'm a good listener. It's about time I returned the favor.

You ever been blonde, Mac?

No, never. Why.

Thank God. That's good, Mac. Thanks.

Huh? Why?

Nothing. It's - you remind me a lot about someone but uh, she uh, she was blonde.

*takes his hand in her own* Ray?

*pulls it away* Yeah?

*Looks away* I can take a hint. *starts to walk off*

*rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands* Mac. I can't, okay? I can't talk about it.

*shrugs* Fine.