"Here you go. I'll tell you how it all goes. I'll send a vid or something! I hope the high hits soon, I don't feel any different." It was like night and day. There was Delite panicking and full of fear and Jack with zero changes. He just slid along a can of Dr Pepper to Edward and then leaned on the counter. "Glad I didn't pay or I'd want a refund."

"Please send any information to Edward, he can forward it to me. If you truly feel nothing in 15 minutes, you definitely have faulty adrenaline glands." Jonathan informed him as he stood up and walked over to Edward, holding his soda, clearly not wanting to be here for the finale. Shame.