The phone buzzes. Bzzt bzzt! It's 00:43.

August has a message, from someone called Miles. 'hey [redacted] you up for some late night skating?'

AUGUST: "Miles!"

His face lights up on seeing the text. But his expression soon sours.

AUGUST: "Wait, but. I can't let her see me like this."

AUGUST: "I want to go... But I don't have it in my to shift back again... Not tonight... I can't take being '[redacted]' all the time."