"My tea's gone cold and I am wondering why,
I got out of bed at all.
The mornings' cloud up my windows
And I can't see at all"
"Hold on Jason. That's not how you sing it." Ted cried just so his voice can be heard over Eminem's Stan blaring through Jason's car record player.
After the coroner left, Jason returned to his car. He's had enough of the brainstorming. First, he hasn't had his breakfast. Second, he needs to rest. His thoughts have gone wide and narrow. He can't seem to place his mind on one thing. If he thought of one thing, some other facts come out just to oust that one out of his head. It's like he is having a debate where he creates facts out of his head just to convince himself, and to alienate his fears.
"Could these be works of aliens?" He asked himself
"Of course not, aliens aren't real. I mean come on. Science says they are light years away from us right?" He said.
