Part 3[spoiler]"Hello Mr. Face." DeeJ turned to face him with glassy eyes, "How are the eddies of life treating you?" "Wha...I mean...it's good. Just...honoring Recon." "Ah...yes. The loss of one of our beloved voluntary caretakers is a poignant digital tragedy indeed. Sometimes it is like having the lining on a mirror scratch. No matter how much you clean the glass, the goddess of optics will always thwart you. That is what loss is like." "Right...anyway...uh...yeah." he returned to the group. Mr. Psychologist and Camnator were debating the ethics of drug legalization, Camcamm and True Underdog were discussing old times at PAX, Methew kept staring at Camnator, and Dazarobbo still had his head buried in the sand. "So..." True Underdog began, "What is the plan, are we going to lay flowers on his porch or what?" "Well..." Longface palmed his pocket, "I did write a speech. I'm not good at...giving them, but I figured I owed him one." True Underdog looked suspicious. "I don't like the sound of that EP." "I'm not going to disrespect him." Longface assured TU, "I'm not the same person that I was in 2010. I don't even want to remember that person." "I will also honor the lost with a monologue of my own." Vien said with his arms laid across his chest. By 11 AM, the cactus shadow had decreased to only a couple of feet, forcing Longface and Camnator to bunch awkwardly together. The others took shelter in the shade of their cars. All except for True Underdog, who took shelter on the porch. "TU, should you really be doing that?" Longface called out. "It's okay, we both knew eachother. I don't live too far away." True underdog assured him. "Hey," Camnator called out, "You know what this means right? Recon has a dog on his porch!" "Don't even start." Longface said. [/spoiler](continued below)

Part 4[spoiler]As the sun neared its apex, he began to doubt that anymore people would show up. It was a great disappointment, Recon deserved better. The heat began to take its toll on the party and somebody began to pass around bottled water. Camnator of course, refused the bottled water on account of it being some government conspiracy to control the minds of the people in order to turn them into puppets. "Well.." Longface said, exiting the cactus's shade and taking position in front of Recon's home."Since nobody appears to be arriving, I might as well start this off...if that's okay with you guys." The other nodded at him. "Yes, it is your ebullious Destiny." DeeJ said in a mystic voice. "Ba-dum-tshh." Camnator said, s-blam!-ing. Without moving his feet, DeeJ turned to face Camnator and asked "Was there something humorous in my speech? Perhaps a joke you would like to share so that I too, can partake in your jollity? I too, like to laugh and have fun." "Guys, come on. Let's get this over with." Longface insisted as he pulled the speech he had prepared out of his pocket. He cleared his throat of dust and took a sip of water before beginning. "Sometimes, you meet people in life who end up changing how you view life itself. Sometimes, their impact is immediate. At other times, you don't recognize their worth until years have passed since your first encounter. At other times, this person may appear to be your enemy. But, after much reflection, you find that....that..." a flickering light danced across his vision. There was a mirage in the distance, a distortion of light that implied phantom water. Longface moved several steps to his right so that it no longer bugged him, then he continued where he left off. "But after much reflection, you find that this person was just trying to help." again, he paused because the mirage sent more rays of light his way. "Long", Camnator said, "What's wrong?" "The mirage in the desert is bugging me." Longface said, indicating the large expanse of dirt. "That...is no mirage, my friend." Vien said, "Our bnet brethren come in by the hundreds, their windows cast the suns light like the fairies in your tales." Vien was right, it was not a mirage. No, hundreds of cars were driving across the sun-baked plains, all headed right towards them. "So many people..." Mr. Psychologist noted, "How are we going to handle such a crowd?" "Relax," Camnator said, using the cactus to scratch his back, "They probably don't even know who we are anyway." [/spoiler] (To be continued?)