It was 8:09pm, and Sportacus was just arriving home to his airship. He fumbled around in the dark trying to balance himself on anything he could find, he wasn't sure if he could make it to his bed before he passed out. "Hello Sportacus" a familiar voice spoke in an irritated manner, "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to get home?!" The voice cried angrily. "What? Who? What?" Sportacus almost whispered as he tried to see who was there. "Are you serious? You went out with Stephanie again didn't you?!" Sportacus moved closer the the voice that was clearly in some kind of emotional pain. "I thought you cared about me. I thought you loved me." A sad voice whimpered, almost crying. "I'm sorry, I don't..." Sportacus collapsed to the floor, and he was out cold.
