[Eric doesn't know how long it's been there. It was there, inconcpicuous, on the t small table near his bed. He doesn't know how long it's been there. But, he sees the glint of silver. He picks it up and recognizes it. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, tears pricking his eyes.]
[The feed flicks on. Eric looks like he may... or may not... have been crying.]
Who left this in my room? [He holds up a silver skull tie-slide, typically worn by this young man. here and here
Is this some kind of joke? Did someone take this from someone?
Where did this come from?
I want answers.