[Doorknob turn]

[LOUD VIBRATION]

Lyra: Ahgh! Ga-ha-hod! My head!

Bon-Bon: Well you really did it this time, Lyra.

Lyra: Go away!

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Dedicating this song to my third ex-coltfriend. Wherever you are tonight, I always hated you the most.

Hey how!

…

Now…

It’s not his fault. We were talkin’… walkin’… Walkin’ and talkin’. And I wasn’t payin’ attention. I brought enough for both of us, but when he asked if I was alright-… Wait…

He…

No.

I saw there was only one left and he said he hadn’t had any.

It was a long walk. Seemed shorter going back.

He’s here with me, though. Or the other way ‘round.

Edit: Hee hee hee! I sound like Winnie the Pooh!

1) It was great! After that we stopped by an art college, exposed our genitalia, and posed for them to draw!

[Snort] [Snort]

That didn’t- I might have brought some drinks and not been paying attention during walksies.

…

I mean how much during walksies.

2) It’s like, weird. I mean, who would ever think of that?

Seems alright, though!

3) It’s great! Woo~! Alright, unicroms!

4) Well maybe I don’t want five hour energy hugs. Maybe I want a two-thirty feeling.

…

No, yeah. That’s right.

Nonsense. Thinking is not important! As long as you feel good.

1)

[Snort]

2) No no. That’s not going to happen. I can keep it together; I promise.

3) Nothing! Everything’s fine!

4) Gals in white dresses with blue satin sashes! Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes! Silver white winters that melt into springs! These are a few of my favorite things!

5) No. Shhhh! That’s not good. That’s bad. I’m responsible. Shhh! Stop talking.

I know you’re all worried. And I’m sorry… I never should have logged on today. I’m sorry but I can’t. I’m sorry. But I can’t. You can’t hear the screams. You can’t see the life fade from their eyes.

I can’t take it. But it’ll go away and everything will be fine again! Just like it always is! I just need a little help to forget.

…

Boscov… I don’t want you to see me like this.

…

Please stop knocking…

It…

[Sniff]

It hurts…

The bear knows nothing! Alcohol is the only thing for you to be comfy!

But always drink in moderation, foals. Drinking too much is bad for you. It kills your brain. And you need that to think.

You are a loud bear today.

Shhhhhhh…

It’s okay. It’ll pass and I won’t have to think about it again for a while. Then I won’t have to cry…

curled up in a ball…

begging for the screams to stop…

…

[Glug] [Glug] [Glug]

Sorry. We’re in a good mood today! Woo~!

Now now, you’re trying to take advantage of little ol’ me. Naughty naughty.

I’m a little more careful than that. I wish I could focus more on writing, though. My mind keep wondering and winding.

…

Why do wind and wind spell the same?

1) You are sooo good at rhyming. Like a poet. Are you a poet?

Not that I’m attracted to that. That’d be shallow. Besides, I have my fuzzy wuzzy was-a-bear and his sexy fur. He is so fine. I want to boop him on the nose.

Is that a word?

2) It’s a type of argument. It has something to do with-… No… No that’s a slippery slope. I mean, that’s not a slippery slope, it’s…

Uh…

Spoonman is a song.

Me too, Strawman.

Oh my Cels! Have you ever heard Spoonman?! It’s almost like your name!

1) [Giggle] But wouldn’t it be easier if it was?

2)

3) Memories. Horrible, vivid, loud memories.

And that means it’s time for Lyra to drink like a fish until she can go to sleep.

And since she has to write today, because she’s behind her schedule, it also means she can’t deal with a hangover today. So she’s drunk right now.

Lyra, I mean.

4) It’s not the same. You got a family, and then you got a family. The family isn’t the same as the family, even if it serves the same function as the family.

I know I have a family, but it’s not a family.