It’s a bright and early Saturday morning and the sun is shining directly on Alex’s bed. He covers his head with a pillow, contemplating how long he should sleep. He has things to do, but his head hurts and his chest feels heavy.

Suddenly it hits him, he was supposed to meet up and workout with Ed this morning, he’s going to be so pissed at Alex if he skips out again.

Shooting up from the bed Alex groans and stretches, rubbing his throat. He worries if he is getting sick, his voice sounds funny. Getting up his legs feel weak, but he still manages to stumble into the bathroom and flip on the light and looks up at the mirror.