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Speaker 1: So Sherlock and Watson have started spending a lot of
Speaker 1: time together, like off the clock. Watson is positive he's
Speaker 1: getting you know, vibes from Sherlock. So one night, after
Speaker 1: a round of pints at Eye Old Pint House, one
Speaker 1: thing leads to another and suddenly they're back at Watson's place. Now,
Speaker 1: Sherlock's a little nervous because he's supposedly never done this before,
Speaker 1: so Watson is taking it slow. After a minute, Watson
Speaker 1: pulls out. He glances down and then grins and triumphantly declares,
Speaker 1: no shit Sherlock.
Speaker 2: So is that a yes to gualk.
Speaker 1: Uh?
Speaker 2: Yes? Please?
Speaker 1: Oh and could shit hold please? There's nothing quite so
Speaker 1: humbling as when you forget to silence your phone and
Speaker 1: then when you're in public you get a dating app notification,
Speaker 1: and not one of the designed to be deleted ones. No,
Speaker 1: I'm talking the unbridled bacchanalia apps with those really shrill
Speaker 1: notification sounds like that, So you look around all shifty
Speaker 1: to see if anyone heard you. No, of course no
Speaker 1: one heard you, Damien. You're in the middle of the
Speaker 1: noisy on campus Chipotle asking for the medium spicy Saltza.
Speaker 1: And also the world doesn't revolve around you, you raunchy egomaniac.
Speaker 1: Still you hold your phone low and open up Metal,
Speaker 1: the hookup app currently in vogue.
Speaker 3: Welcome to Metal Make Travel.
Speaker 1: Okay, let's see, she's twenty nine, two miles away. Looks
Speaker 1: like the descendant of some funny business at the family barbecues.
Speaker 1: But I get it. Mustn't desecrate the royal blood line
Speaker 1: and all that.
Speaker 2: Hey, man, what are you into? I have the hook up.
Speaker 1: I don't deign to imagine what Bell pepper Man has
Speaker 1: a hookup for, but I do recognize the guy from somewhere.
Speaker 1: Then again, hey, that'll be nine fifty hm oh right, sorry, shit,
Speaker 1: did the Chipotle guy see me? U?
Speaker 2: Metal?
Speaker 1: Just now? I mean, I know, we just established the
Speaker 1: world doesn't revolve around me, but well, my world.
Speaker 2: Does have a good one, Bud.
Speaker 1: But I scan his caso speckled face for a wink,
Speaker 1: even a smile as the burrito passes hands. But alas,
Speaker 1: no such luck.
Speaker 2: In Ludlow Hills.
Speaker 1: Like our dating app scene, our town itself is small
Speaker 1: and mostly insignificant. I mean, if it weren't for Crestwick University,
Speaker 1: the lifeblood of Ludlow's economy, the metal presence here would
Speaker 1: be dead. And don't get me wrong, it basically still is.
Speaker 1: See Ludlow isn't Greenwich Village or West Hollywood or the Vatican.
Speaker 3: You know.
Speaker 1: Think of us as a tiny, gated community where everyone
Speaker 1: knows everyone, no matter how often you refresh the apps.
Speaker 1: And so I take my medium spicy burrito and walk
Speaker 1: back to the dorms and I stand corrected. An unfamiliar
Speaker 1: face shoots me a message he's cute, but not so
Speaker 1: cute that he's probably a catfish the sweet spot, and
Speaker 1: then his username is now fuck me, it's the circus
Speaker 1: tent emoji. Oh oh, I get it. It's a big
Speaker 1: top tent, big top, nauseating, yes, but I respect the pun.
Speaker 1: Oh big top, says.
Speaker 2: Cute pick, but your profile is blank.
Speaker 1: Hm, observant. Truth is I only recently downloaded the app,
Speaker 1: and no, I'm not in the closet. I've just been
Speaker 1: dealing with some stuff lately, and Metal has seemed like
Speaker 1: a lot.
Speaker 2: But it's time. Let's fill out my profile displaying Damien
Speaker 2: basil Hurst. Hmm, that's a little personal great.
Speaker 3: Dame, relationship status, single bio.
Speaker 1: Now do I want to come off approachable and boyfriendly
Speaker 1: or sexy and man friendly? Maybe a bit of both.
Speaker 1: Sophomore journalism major at Crestwick U. Let's get coffee or
Speaker 1: a drink. I'm the type of guy you can bring
Speaker 1: home to your parents. But your dad might recognize me.
Speaker 1: But but I respect the sanctity of marriage, and I
Speaker 1: so did not mean to insinuate anything about your father's sexuality.
Speaker 2: That's not my place, right your That's a relief sele prompts.
Speaker 1: Huh, I have to answer prompts? What is it with
Speaker 1: dating apps these days? Trying to foster real connections? I
Speaker 1: don't need anyone poking around my brain. You know what
Speaker 1: you find when you go beneath the surface, gooey seaweed
Speaker 1: that brushes against your ankle and makes you scream. Select
Speaker 1: prompt Jesus fine.
Speaker 3: Prompt number one. I'm overly competitive.
Speaker 1: About literally everything. Stay out of my way.
Speaker 3: Urchins Prompt number two. My dream dinner.
Speaker 1: Guest is the postmate's delivery guide, and he leaves after
Speaker 1: handing me my food.
Speaker 3: Okay, last one prompt number three. My unusual skill is.
Speaker 1: Oh I know this self sabotage. At least Big Top
Speaker 1: thought it was funny.
Speaker 4: Nice stats twenty nine mask UNSA.
Speaker 2: And that seems paranoid NSA.
Speaker 4: No strings attached?
Speaker 2: Oh hah, yeah, no strings is cool? So you looking shit?
Speaker 1: Am I looking? I mean, on one hand, hormones, But
Speaker 1: on the other hand, a cozy night in with mister
Speaker 1: postmates Dick pick in coming, make that a double. He's
Speaker 1: kind of got this like leaning Tower of Pisa thing
Speaker 1: going on. I wonder if anyone's ever told him that
Speaker 1: you there? Yeah, Hi, sorry, I'm super hot. A masterpiece
Speaker 1: in phallic photograph A fee you travel sometimes with family?
Speaker 3: Lol?
Speaker 2: You're green?
Speaker 4: Travel or host? It means do you want to come
Speaker 4: to my place or do I come to yours?
Speaker 2: Travel?
Speaker 1: I guess I have a roommate, which I admit is
Speaker 1: a lie. I do live in a single but it's
Speaker 1: because I don't want other people in my room.
Speaker 2: Cool, I can host.
Speaker 4: So are you a top or a bottom?
Speaker 1: I have a whole thing about this, but honestly, I'm
Speaker 1: trying to slow place some of my neurosis so stand
Speaker 1: by open.
Speaker 2: To either.
Speaker 4: Nice come over.
Speaker 1: On the very slight chance it wasn't obvious. I do
Speaker 1: find it worth mentioning that big top spells it cum over.
Speaker 2: I'm at the Ludlow Lodge Apartments six six.
Speaker 1: All right, it's settled, I guess i'm looking.
Speaker 2: Is this it Ludlow Lodge Apartments?
Speaker 1: Yes?
Speaker 2: This is perfect? Thank you.
Speaker 1: Stay safe, Stay safe drivers always know what you're up to,
Speaker 1: and he can smell it on you. The Ludlow Lodge
Speaker 1: apartments are motel style, with each room exiting to the
Speaker 1: outdoor hallway. It's a long way up to the sixth floor,
Speaker 1: but I've been skipping leg day lately, as in I've
Speaker 1: never done it, so I could use the climb sides.
Speaker 1: It's not like I'm nervous per se. But what's the rush?
Speaker 2: I'm here? Okay, I really hope this guy isn't a murderer.
Speaker 2: Hey there, Hey you?
Speaker 1: And then it happens the hookup, handshaked tango?
Speaker 2: Are we? Oh? Oh, fist bump, we're doing that? Okay?
Speaker 1: Yeah, bro oh he is a murderer. I hope he
Speaker 1: kills me soon.
Speaker 2: Earth's a great dame.
Speaker 1: Sorry, I think too much. I think you look like
Speaker 1: your pictures.
Speaker 4: You look older than yours. Come in.
Speaker 1: I want to remind him that is technically the nature
Speaker 1: of photos. You're always older than the day you took them.
Speaker 1: But I hold my tongue. I suspect it's about to
Speaker 1: get a workout.
Speaker 4: Do you want to drink?
Speaker 2: Or we could just get ready to be great? Okay?
Speaker 4: Sure.
Speaker 1: I always find it weird looking around a hookups place
Speaker 1: when you're only in someone's dwelling to play hide the sausage.
Speaker 1: It's difficult to imagine them on that keyboard in the
Speaker 1: corner or using that juicer.
Speaker 2: So you go to Crestwick I do. Yeah, that's cool.
Speaker 2: So what do you do? I'm a chiropractor?
Speaker 1: Oh snap, Okay, that was like objectively funny. If he
Speaker 1: doesn't laugh, that is squarely on him.
Speaker 3: Nice.
Speaker 2: Come here, Can I look at your bookshelf?
Speaker 1: Medical books? John Grisham? Of course the truth? Jet fuel
Speaker 1: can't melt steel beams.
Speaker 2: WHOA what? Sorry you've seen nervous? Oh I gave it away,
Speaker 2: the nervous laughter.
Speaker 4: No, the sweaty palms.
Speaker 1: Excuse me, I just rolled my eyes so hard they
Speaker 1: fell out of my face. Sorry, this is just sort
Speaker 1: of like my first time. What that's not what I meant.
Speaker 1: This is just my first time with someone from an app.
Speaker 1: What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the
Speaker 1: wall When he describes tonight from his point of view?
Speaker 1: Is that okay to say?
Speaker 2: Did I just make this weird? No?
Speaker 4: He didn't make it weird. I actually think it's kind
Speaker 4: of cute.
Speaker 1: I'm afraid that if I unpack why naive as I
Speaker 1: virginal boys get him off, it'll yield unsavory results, so I.
Speaker 2: Let it go.
Speaker 4: So what made you take the leap?
Speaker 1: I don't know.
Speaker 2: You're really cute?
Speaker 1: Hot hot hot, I mean really hot, and you know
Speaker 1: it helped that you had a face photo. These apps
Speaker 1: start to feel like a gallery of headless Torso picks the.
Speaker 2: Anne Bolens of metal.
Speaker 1: I like to say, honestly, that one's on me. Know
Speaker 1: your audience, dame right?
Speaker 4: Are you on prep?
Speaker 1: Uh? No? No, I'm not yet. I keep meaning too, but.
Speaker 2: I brought condoms. I'll grow up, but I promise I'll
Speaker 2: make it worth it.
Speaker 1: Oh that's so in reality, I probably won't. Sexual fulfillment
Speaker 1: isn't really why I'm here. See I remember learning in
Speaker 1: a lit class a while back about the concept of
Speaker 1: an unreliable and well, as far as narrators go, I
Speaker 1: may not have been one hundred percent honest. The truth
Speaker 1: is I didn't agree to come hook up with Big
Speaker 1: Top just because of my neglected libido.
Speaker 3: No.
Speaker 1: I got on board when he dropped the pin to
Speaker 1: the Ludlow Lodge apartments, Room six one six. Now, remember
Speaker 1: when I said the complex is motel style. Well, that's
Speaker 1: because up until this past summer it was a motel.
Speaker 1: After being bought out by real estate developers from Seattle,
Speaker 1: it underwent a shoddy renovation, complete with a small and
Speaker 1: likely diseased pool, and voila home, sweet home to the
Speaker 1: lower middle class of Ludlow, which tells you very little
Speaker 1: since we're already a town comprised exclusively of the lower
Speaker 1: middle class. Now, how is all of this relevant? That's
Speaker 1: a good question, to which I'll respond by talking more
Speaker 1: about myself. Lately, the only question I hate more than
Speaker 1: top or bottom is being asked about my first time see.
Speaker 1: I really only purged the verge last year, and it
Speaker 1: was with this guy I was seeing, Santy. I met
Speaker 1: Santy at a Luau party in October. I know it's
Speaker 1: a culture and not a party theme. That's why I
Speaker 1: had to drink so many jello shots. I could hardly
Speaker 1: stand being there. I think, what was the first thing
Speaker 1: I noticed about Santy? Well, if I ever remember, i'll
Speaker 1: let you know. What I do recall from that night
Speaker 1: is brazenly approaching him sometime around one, I am.
Speaker 2: Hey, what's up?
Speaker 3: Hey?
Speaker 2: There mostly your BAC.
Speaker 1: I'm guessing excuse me, BAC blood alcohol content. No, I
Speaker 1: know what it stands for. I just didn't realize I
Speaker 1: was in the presence of a excuse me of a professor. Hey,
Speaker 1: are there any more of those little jello shot things?
Speaker 2: Maybe you should take a breather, Maybe you should sawed off? Professor?
Speaker 2: Who put you in charge? Me? This is my party
Speaker 2: in my house. Okay?
Speaker 1: Would it make things better if I like, physically put
Speaker 1: my foot in my mouth right now?
Speaker 2: I would do it. No need.
Speaker 4: I'm not much of a feat guy.
Speaker 2: I'm Santi Damien.
Speaker 3: So Damien. How'd you end up at my little luau tonight?
Speaker 1: I tagged along with my roommate, but now he's back
Speaker 1: at our dorm with his latest paramore.
Speaker 2: So I'm sexiled. I can't keep my eyes open. I
Speaker 2: see that. Well, you're welcome the crash here. Party's dying anyway, It's.
Speaker 3: A slow death.
Speaker 1: I bet you invite all the sexiled freshmen over to
Speaker 1: your room.
Speaker 2: Just the ones with really nice eyes.
Speaker 1: That's I don't I can't really handle compounds right now.
Speaker 2: Does not compute?
Speaker 5: Uh huh?
Speaker 2: So what do you think about staying over?
Speaker 3: But I'm not trying to take advantage of you. It
Speaker 3: just seems like you need a.
Speaker 2: Place to be right now. How do you know I
Speaker 2: wouldn't take advantage of you.
Speaker 1: I could ransack your house in the night, steal all
Speaker 1: your valuables.
Speaker 3: Good point. This whole blind drunk bit could be an
Speaker 3: elaborate hustle.
Speaker 1: Yeah, maybe I'm just pretending to be. I will now
Speaker 1: open the floor to a brief Q and.
Speaker 4: A David Romain NBC News. Did you vomit on Santi.
Speaker 2: Yes I did, Bailey Drags TMZ. Did you spend the
Speaker 2: night in his room? Yes I did.
Speaker 4: Jenny Brock Breitbart, Did you have sex gross?
Speaker 1: No, I wasn't even conscious, also Breitbart. We did, however,
Speaker 1: get breakfast the next morning, where I apologized profusely over
Speaker 1: runny eggs. After that we started hanging out. It was
Speaker 1: pretty casual at first, you know, lunch, hitting up parties together.
Speaker 1: I usually initiated it and he usually made time, and
Speaker 1: that was fine with me.
Speaker 2: For a while.
Speaker 1: We had our own little bubble separate from the real world.
Speaker 2: But I started to want more.
Speaker 1: I mean, I didn't know anything about about his friends,
Speaker 1: or his family, or the research project he'd spend hours
Speaker 1: in the lab working on every day. I wouldn't go
Speaker 1: so far as to say my feelings for Santy were unrequited.
Speaker 1: But if for quittal was economic stability, our relationship was
Speaker 1: two thousand and eight. I mean, Santy changed everything for me.
Speaker 1: He was my favorite thing, and he just had other
Speaker 1: things than me. And no, we hadn't gone all the
Speaker 1: way yet. Santy knew I'd never had like sex at
Speaker 1: that point, so we kind of danced around that milestone,
Speaker 1: if you will, until I finally told him I was ready.
Speaker 1: Santy wanted to make my first time special, so he
Speaker 1: booked us a room. I got Champagne the whole nine
Speaker 1: inches now and he guesses as to what hotel Santy
Speaker 1: booked for us that night. Yep, the Ludlow Lodge Motel,
Speaker 1: Room six won six and it was perfect. I mean,
Speaker 1: I remember in the shower afterwards. I couldn't stop grinning
Speaker 1: until I got out of the bathroom and Santy was gone.
Speaker 1: And not just I busted a nut and I'm going home. Gone.
Speaker 1: Santy has been missing ever since.
Speaker 3: Hey, this is Santy. Text me to leave a message
Speaker 3: and I'll get you back.
Speaker 2: Hi, where are you? Boyo? Didn't you just run out
Speaker 2: to get ice?
Speaker 3: Hey this is Santy. Text me to leave a message
Speaker 3: and I'll get you back.
Speaker 1: Santi, Hi, where are you? I called the front desk,
Speaker 1: they didn't see you leave. Can you call me back?
Speaker 1: I'm a little worried.
Speaker 3: Hey, this is Santy. Text me to leave a message
Speaker 3: and I'll get you back.
Speaker 1: Santy, what's going on? The police are looking for you.
Speaker 1: Can you just let me know if you're okay?
Speaker 2: Was just? Was it me?
Speaker 3: So?
Speaker 2: Yeah?
Speaker 1: I got ghosted in a big way. The police questioned
Speaker 1: everyone that night.
Speaker 5: The concierge, no, now you listen here, the Ludlow lodgeing,
Speaker 5: they had none solved disappearance at almost eight We sure
Speaker 5: as hell don't need you cock, sure out of towners
Speaker 5: coming in and shaking things up, housekeeping nice or nothing.
Speaker 4: I was in the lundryroom washing the blood from sheets.
Speaker 1: Even the bellboy on duty with the deeply asymmetrical face.
Speaker 5: I was downstairs getting ice because the machine on the
Speaker 5: sixth floor was out of order. Pretty sure the CCTV
Speaker 5: can confirm.
Speaker 1: But sans any evidence of struggle or foul play, the
Speaker 1: investigation reached a stand still pretty fast. It wasn't long
Speaker 1: before the LCPD declared Santy I run away and closed
Speaker 1: the case. And while I'd like to think he's off
Speaker 1: sipping White Claw and the Maldives with his secret sugar Daddy,
Speaker 1: that just never seemed likely to me. I mean, who
Speaker 1: just runs away post coitus, never to be seen again. Well,
Speaker 1: well other than my dad. No, my psychiatrist didn't laugh
Speaker 1: at that one either. Anyway, the renovations began a few
Speaker 1: weeks later, so I was never able to get back
Speaker 1: into this room. But when I saw that Big Top
Speaker 1: was living here, Oh shit, he's coming. Okay, Damien ahead
Speaker 1: in the game, Oh.
Speaker 4: How was that?
Speaker 2: Well?
Speaker 1: I dissociated and thought about my missing X the whole time.
Speaker 1: So you tell me it was so hot?
Speaker 4: Thanks? And dude, you are definitely.
Speaker 1: A bottom pillow talk the most unwelcome window into the
Speaker 1: human psyche.
Speaker 2: Mmm noted? Hey, can I ask you a question.
Speaker 1: Do guys ever like ask you to crack him when
Speaker 1: you say you're a chiropractor?
Speaker 4: Yeah, all the time. Would you like it tune up?
Speaker 1: I mean, if he won't stop asking, Big Top starts
Speaker 1: to stretch my arms, acquainting himself off with my spine.
Speaker 2: It feels nice to be taken care of. Ow do
Speaker 2: you get tired of doing this?
Speaker 4: Turn your neck this way. Sometimes chiropractics have the potential
Speaker 4: to get emotional, and tears kind of gild the vibe
Speaker 4: or maybe not, depending on what you're into.
Speaker 2: Tears Shaw, some.
Speaker 4: People are really into that shit.
Speaker 2: No, I mean like chiropractics make people emotional, Oh for sure.
Speaker 4: It's it's common for chiropractic treatments to trigger past trauma.
Speaker 4: Our bodies hold so much inside, more than we even realize,
Speaker 4: and sometimes when we let it crack, we release everything
Speaker 4: we've been suppressing.
Speaker 1: Snap, crackle and cry. Well, m no trauma yet, all
Speaker 1: right here face me. Big Top is staring ahead now,
Speaker 1: eyes kind of glaze over miles away you Okay.
Speaker 4: Yeah, I was just I was just thinking about this guy,
Speaker 4: a patient that came through for a tune up when
Speaker 4: I was in training. I'll sit up straight out. He
Speaker 4: was wearing a mask, but it wasn't about his face.
Speaker 4: It was about his joints. I'm not even sure how
Speaker 4: to describe it.
Speaker 2: Mmmm, that's okay.
Speaker 4: Rotate your head.
Speaker 2: It's like it's like we were continents.
Speaker 4: Yes, yeah, we were continents at the dawn of time,
Speaker 4: two fractured land masses, just drifting for eons until pandigga out.
Speaker 1: Okay, maybe a little less time spent paying attention to
Speaker 1: cute boys during training.
Speaker 2: So did you get his number? I guess not.
Speaker 1: It's funny the moment you register that this stranger you're
Speaker 1: with has their own life, their own past, own insecurities
Speaker 1: and baggage, maybe even their own suppressed spinal suffering too.
Speaker 2: Have you tried to find him?
Speaker 4: I don't know what he looks like. So when I
Speaker 4: hooke up with a guy that maybe could be him,
Speaker 4: I have to test for that same you know, cosmic snap,
Speaker 4: and then I'll know I found him.
Speaker 1: I feel for Big Top, I do. I mean, that's
Speaker 1: the type of bizarre trauma I'd get myself into. Besides,
Speaker 1: it's not like I don't have my own agenda tonight anyway.
Speaker 4: Look alive, soldier, I'm going to go take a shower,
Speaker 4: but we'll go again when I get back.
Speaker 1: And the moment's gone, so joint relief aside, Why did
Speaker 1: I really come back here?
Speaker 2: Closure?
Speaker 1: I guess, like like when a ghost can't stop violently
Speaker 1: tormenting a family until they find its bones and give
Speaker 1: it a proper burial. I guess Santi is my ghost
Speaker 1: and that's my cue. But where does one typically find
Speaker 1: this elusive closure? Under the bed, behind the chipped little
Speaker 1: credenza where Santy poured our final champagne toast. No, no
Speaker 1: closure here. I was ready to move on to let
Speaker 1: Santy go, and Big Top had to come along and
Speaker 1: invite me to this exact room. No, I can't let go,
Speaker 1: not until I find out what happened to Santy. This
Speaker 1: ghost doesn't need a proper burial, It needs a goddamn
Speaker 1: murder solved. And yes, I'm aware of the irony and
Speaker 1: me speaking out.
Speaker 2: Big Top. Is someone there?
Speaker 1: The recycling been over in the trash cove, it's been
Speaker 1: knocked over?
Speaker 2: Is it like that?
Speaker 1: When I got here, I brushed the hair out of
Speaker 1: my eyes, gotta look good for my death scene. I mean, logically,
Speaker 1: I know I'm not being followed and it was probably
Speaker 1: like a wrack that knocked the bin over. Although raccoons
Speaker 1: don't eat recyclables, but maybe someone threw food in the
Speaker 1: recycling bin. I mean, that would be shitty, but better
Speaker 1: than the alternative. There's just something about coming from a
Speaker 1: hook up like this that keeps you on edge. I
Speaker 1: wouldn't say I'm in fight or flight mode because I'm
Speaker 1: confrontation avoidant and I hate airports, but when you're alone
Speaker 1: outside a CD apartment complex at night, it's hard not
Speaker 1: to let your mind wander. I mean, those don't sound
Speaker 1: like raccoon feed. Those sound like deranged machete wielding maniac feet.
Speaker 2: Don't turn around. Don't turn around. Don't turn around.
Speaker 1: Don't turn around, Damien, because because because once you do,
Speaker 1: and you see them, and they see you see them,
Speaker 1: it's really real.
Speaker 2: Then it's no return.
Speaker 1: Oh shit. I turn around, half covering my eyes and
Speaker 1: expecting the worst, which is exact exactly what I see.
Speaker 1: There's a fucking person running at me. Who was that?
Speaker 2: I couldn't see their face.
Speaker 1: It was covered in like a hoodie, a really ugly one,
Speaker 1: too stretched out sleeves, pink and mustard. No goddamn way,
Speaker 1: that's the last thing I see. Come on Dame elevators
Speaker 1: just around the corner. And then and then I collide
Speaker 1: with someone now buck, Sorry, sorry, man, that's my bad.
Speaker 2: All good, kay, totally. I was just being chased. I
Speaker 2: don't see anyone, Yeah, neither do I anymore. It was
Speaker 2: probably just a raccoon. Looked pretty human sized.
Speaker 5: A bunch of raccoons then stacked on top of each
Speaker 5: other in a trench coat.
Speaker 2: Yeah, probably that they have a good night. I'm sorry
Speaker 2: to bother you.
Speaker 1: We had our separate ways, but after a second I
Speaker 1: turned my head back, and what do you know, he
Speaker 1: does the same that telltale over the shoulder exorcist headspin
Speaker 1: where we lock eyes, both thinking the same thing. Ah, Jesus, hormones, chill.
Speaker 1: But that guy that I just ran into, why do
Speaker 1: I feel like I know him? It was like late twenties,
Speaker 1: deeply asymmetrical face. It was dark, but I'm positive I've
Speaker 1: seen him before.
Speaker 2: But where?
Speaker 1: And then like an epiphany, it hits me right here.
Speaker 1: He was that bellboy on duty the night Santi disappeared.
Speaker 1: I remember the detectives questioning him.
Speaker 3: I was downstairs getting ice because the machine on the
Speaker 3: sixth floor was out of order.
Speaker 5: Pretty sure that the CCTV can confirm him.
Speaker 1: He seemed rattled, but someone just went missing from workplaced,
Speaker 1: so I didn't think much of it. But here's the
Speaker 1: pickle phallic pun very much intended. What's a bell boy
Speaker 1: doing sticking around after his hotel of employment gets bought
Speaker 1: out and turned into apartments? And then, like the time
Speaker 1: my freshman year roommate got me into Whippets, it hits
Speaker 1: me again. Epiphany number two. That Bell Pepper emoji guy
Speaker 1: who DMed me earlier on Metal? You know the guy
Speaker 1: whose face I said, I recognized.
Speaker 2: This is him, bell Boy?
Speaker 1: That was him. Not only is the bell Boy from
Speaker 1: the night Santy went missing, the man I just bumped into,
Speaker 1: he's also that guy who hit me up on Metal earlier.
Speaker 2: What did he say to me?
Speaker 5: Hey man, what are you aim too?
Speaker 1: I have the hookup, the hookup, the hookup for what?
Speaker 1: I could just be grasping at straws here. But I
Speaker 1: never got to actually speak to mister bell Boy that night.
Speaker 1: Maybe the cops missed something, Maybe bell BOYD saw something,
Speaker 1: Maybe bell BOYD did something. You want to know what
Speaker 1: I'm into, bell Boy? You're about to find out, Hey,
Speaker 1: this is something.
Speaker 3: Text me to leave a message and I'll get you back.
Speaker 2: Hi.
Speaker 1: You know, I keep waiting for the time that I call,
Speaker 1: and your parents have finally disconnected your line. I guess
Speaker 1: I really just wanted to say that I miss you,
Speaker 1: and I think I have a lead on what happened,
Speaker 1: and I'm not going to stop looking for the truth
Speaker 1: until I find you, okay. Written and directed by Noah Feinberg.
Speaker 2: That's Me.
Speaker 1: Sound design and score by Jeremiah Zimmerman, starring Noah Feinberg's
Speaker 1: Me as Damian Ray Santiago as Santy and Matteo, Nico
Speaker 1: Breatham as Wade, Augustus Prue as Elias, Scott Evans as
Speaker 1: Big Tough, Jeffrey Self as bell Boy, Tina Majorino as
Speaker 1: Doctor Wiley, Obi Abiley as p n Peter Gabrielle Ruiz
Speaker 1: as Joma, Sadie Dickinson as Meg. Additional voices by Megan Taylor, Harvey,
Speaker 1: Susan C. Bennett, Verona, Blue Mark Bramhall, Brian Daniel Porter,
Speaker 1: Chris Dickey, Aaron Cooker, Christopher Corbyn, Kith Danden Bavel, and
Speaker 1: Rhys Griffin. Opening theme by Alex Yoder. Casting director Sonny
Speaker 1: Bowling and Meg Mormon. Executive producers from iHeart, Trevor Young
Speaker 1: and Matt Frederick. Executive producers from Blumbhouse, Chris Sticky and
Speaker 1: Noah Feinberg.
Speaker 2: That's Me.
Speaker 1: Execusative producers from Mber twenty David Thwaites and Jimmy Jellint
Speaker 1: Supervising producer Rachel Foley, Editor Noah Feinberg.
Speaker 2: That's Me.