Reno walked with Schadenfreude back to the hotel. Along the way to his room he spotted something in the hallway. He bent down and picked it up. "My charger, wonder 'ow it got out 'ere...?" he shrugged and went into his room, set the bags on his bed and plugged in his phone. For laughs he checked his missed calls, there was three over the passed couple days. All from Jessica. He called her back, when she picked up her voice sounded sad. "Jessica? You called? What's up?" "Reno it's bad! Something happened!" "Woah woah, calm down, tell me what happened." "It's Nero, he-..." There was a pause on the Jessica's end. "What happened to Nero...?" "...He was shot..." Reno lost his ability to hold himself up and he just fell onto the floor at the foot of his bed, barely grabbing onto the bed. "Is he-" "He's dead!" "I-...Wh-...'ow did it 'appen?!" "He was shot in a driveby!" Reno flashed back to the dream he had been having, it filled his head until Jessica spoke again. "Reno...Are-" "I'll be fine...I'll fly out as soon as I can to attend the funeral..." "Thanks, Reno..." Reno hung up and tossed the phone. He sat there for a moment. He shook his head. "I can't believe this..." He stood up and looked at his door which he left open. He went over and slammed it closed. He didn't notice if Schadenfreude was inside, outside, or where ever. He was too caught up in the news. "Why!?" he shouted kicking over his chair. He shoved the stuff on his desk onto the floor and started punching it, screaming "No" every time he did. Soon tears ran from his eyes and he collapsed on his bed.
The next day...
Reno woke up early and went to school, straight to the Principal's office. He explained his situation to Ms. Yass. She understood and decided to give him a few excused days to go to his best friend's funeral. She was going to express her condolences but he left before she could. He went home to arrange a flight for the next day. If anyone had seen Reno he looked very angry but depressed and sad. He was also unresponsive to anyone the whole day.