Two: 4th of July- 50%

[Action] 

[ Firo's sprawled out under a tree in the park, staring up into the sky. He may appear relaxed from far off, but up close one can see something's up. His eyes are tightly closed, as if he's trying to block something out, and every so often his hands will fly to his head.]



[Phone]

[Firo's voice comes on, sounding cheery but slightly stressed and frantic underneath it. He's trying to act normal, but his definition of normal seems to swing back and forth with his shifting memories.]

Happy fourth, everybody! I can't wait for the fireworks tonight.

[ There's a little pause, and his voice turns more wistful and muted. ]

I remember one time my friends tried shootin' one through a window ta' see-

[ He suddenly stops and sounds confused. ]

But... No. That's not right. ...Who was I even talkin' about?

[You can hear the sound of the phone being dropped onto the table, and then Firo starts talking to himself, quietly, but still audible: ]

What's wrong with me?