*meanwhile, in Apt 9...*
*almost everyone has been out of it all day*
Janice: *sitting on the floor in the living room, guitar in her lap, listening to the Jimi Hendrix record on the record player in the middle of the room*
Lips: *lying on the couch, aslo listening*
Animal: *in his bed in the living room corner, eyes closed*
Cait: *sprawled out on the bean bag chair; her Macbook is in her lap, while her headphones are around her neck; she's watching a video while talking on her phone* Yeah, I get it. But you still--You totally fainted! I'm not making things up, you--I'm watching it right now. Right in front of me. He was singing and--It was a friggin' recording soundbooth and you fainted! Yes, you! I have the episode playing right in front of me! *moves the video to a part* He's singing... and then when you look in the background, boom! You're passed out--I'm only asking--You are being completely-- *pause* You're a total fangirl! I don't know whether it was Smokey Robinson singing or Digit acting all cute and adorable on the keyboards bu--Hey, I wanna know. And it's best to ask the source herself. *beat* ... how did I get your number? ... well, I finally got around to playing with the Bluetooth settings on my cell phone and... yeah, I sorta synced up with Digit while he was asleep, and now I have your contact information. Oh, don't worry, I have the others', too. But you're derailing, Vicki. *stresses each word* Fan. Girl. In denial. ... don't you make me hafta get Dr. Teeth on this!
Digit: *looking up from the book* Get Dr. Teeth on what? 0_0
Cait: Nothing, Digit. *to phone* Yes... Mmhmm... Got it. I'll leave you be. Bye. *hangs up*
Digit: *repeats* Get Dr. Teeth o--
Cait: Your girlfriend fainted after the "Just to See Her" number, and she refuses to give me details on why.
Digit: 0_0 When was this!?
Cait: Uh, 1989? Doi. =P