[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Mordechai Boaz[/color][/h2][/center]
The apartment that made up the second floor of the Garage wasn't much; it wasn't even supposed to be an apartment, really. When Phil had first bought the Garage, the place had had an upper level with nothing but a manager's office, bathroom, and a little floor space. There had already been a perfectly usable manager's office and break room on the lower level, and Phil had decided 'why commute to the place if I can live here?' 

It was still small, given that the second level was less than half the size of the first, but it was enough for Phil, and it seemed almost too much for Mordechai after all the dumps he lived in over the years.

He was up early, remembering Beau's promise to come by early. Checking the clock, he figured he had enough time to go get him and Beau some coffee before the man himself showed up. He jogged down the strip that made up Edenridge's main road; the Garage was near the end of it, all that was there after it was the scrap yard before the train tracks that separated Eden from South Ridge. The Pour House was near the Garage as well, but The coffee shop was closer to the 'safer' end, near the smoothie place and thrift store. It was about a five minute walk straight from the Garage, but it was like entering another world with the change in activity; where the Garage and bar were all but dead at this hour, the coffee shop and smoothie place had customers literally out the door. With a heavy sigh, he got in line and waited.

He had just gotten on the inside of the door and caught sight of red hair a couple people in front of him when his phone buzzed. Thinking it might be Beau, and that the man had come even earlier than expected, Mordechai stepped to the side to let people pass him and opened the text, frowning and thumbing the video link that came with the unknown number.

His heart seized and he wondered distantly if this is what Phil's heart attack felt like. Because staring back at him was one of the faces that haunt his nightmares almost every night. He heard an echo of the boy's words as his own video finished, and glanced up just as someone ran into his chest, causing him to drop his phone. He watched absently as the screen shattered on the ground, and found himself wishing that had happened before he'd gone to check it.

The red hair that swept over his hand as he steadied the shoulders of the person that had collided with him told him all he needed to know about who else had gotten that video.

"O'Con- um..." He swallowed that lump in his throat as he heard his voice crack, and pulled the woman outside, away from the prying eyes that were drawn by the commotion. "Ka-Kaitlin...are you...do you need..." He didn't know what to say. What the hell could he say? He knew that 'are you okay' and 'do you need something' meant nothing right now, but he also knew that if anyone from the alumni classes had seen that video, they shouldn't be alone.

"Beau's coming to the Garage...d-do you want to come with me to see him?"