A rowdy party with the boys from CBK. I've invented a game that is somewhat like water polo but isn't limited to the pool, uses a heavy silver puck and is much more violent. The rules are loose and team loyalty crumbles instantaneously whenever an opportunity presents itself for the individual to score a point for himself. After it's over someone else tries to take credit for creating the game and we start to argue. I retrieve the puck from the water only to realize that it's made out of glass and has embossed letters on it that have been worn down to the point of illegibility. Like the bottom of an old bottle but thicker. An artifact.

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A second cross hanging from the doorknob.