Room 227, Wednesday morning

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Wyatt woke up and peered blearily around, momentarily confused and having no idea where he was. He was on the floor. Not his floor. His head was throbbing and his stomach was definitely rolling.

He pushed himself up and tried to look around. When he spied the empty bottles and glasses strewn about on the floor, some memory started to return. Anders. Bridge. Ambrosia. Space vodka.

Bridge and Anders were in their beds and his clothes were still on. That much was a comfort, at least.

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"I think I want to die," Wyatt whimpered.

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"No dying in Bridge's room," Anders replied. He took care to step over Wyatt this time, as he shuffled back to the bed to collapse on it. "I don't wanna have to explain that."

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"Right," Wyatt said. "I'll just crawl down the hall and die in your room, then."

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Anders made a face. "Like I'm ever even there any more. But you'll stink up my clothes."

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"Is that your biggest concern?" Wyatt said.

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"Yes," Anders said, sticking his tongue out at Wyatt.

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"I am so touched by your compassion," Wyatt said. "Just for that I think I'm gonna throw up in your bed."

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"You do that," Anders said, "and I'll tell RIC to pee in your shoes."

Hearing his name, RIC sat up and chirped like a parakeet.

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"There's a bird loose in your room," Wyatt said, looking around.

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"There's birds," Anders said, pointing up at the shelf, "but that was RIC. He does everything but bark, right, RIC?"

The robot dog mooed in the affirmative.

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"Dude, why is the robot dog mooing?" Wyatt said, blearily peering at RIC.

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Anders shrugged. "Because he can?"