horrid calls

No prankster tonight,. Just some very sad news.

I had a call tonight from Dale. From the start he sounded quite... off, even though he first asked me if I'd heard from Dr. Bashir which made me suspect for a second that it actually had been him and he was calling to confess. After realizing that he wasn't, I asked if he was alright since he sounded pretty shaky and he proceeded to tell me why. Marcus is dead. Marcus who hosted that truth or dare game two summers ago that unsettled me, who used to immitate a cat purring in my ear when he walked up behind me when we were at school together as a means of flirtation that never worked, who was living with Ashley and talking engagements. they don't know what caused it, they're still running tests but they won't know for sure for a while yet. Ashley found him, which... I can't even begin to imagine. Dale's in a right state and I'm genuinely worried about him now, too. And I'm still processing the whole idea. Marcus, dead? I suspect my meds are taking the edge off some of it, but... good lord. I should call the school, or something, see if the professor knows yet, or Karen, or anyone. Kereana is going to be a mess, as is... just about everyone.

Horrid night, just plain awful.