They were barely inside Patrick's apartment when the door burst open and Michael rushed in. His expression was torn between panic and fury. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Whoa, man, chill." Anthony turned too fast, and fell back onto the sofa. "Okay, yeah, I'm a little fucked up still."

Patrick rubbed his face and tried to concentrate. "Mikey? What are you doing?"

"I'm here to get you. Dammit, we were supposed to be back like an hour ago!" He grabbed Patrick's ...