Daddy, yeah. Had a chance to read that article you sent me. What'd you think? You don't feel like it comes off a little tone-deaf, offensive even. I don't feel like you take me seriously as a writer. That's because you're not a writer. You're a photo editor. Have you ever wanted to be noticed so badly? Hey, Mom. You want to hang out tonight? You didn't even care what it was for. Colin? I was shit. What up, honey? Danny. From work. Danny. Don't call it. I love your videos, bag. Thanks, B. So what are you? A writer. I'm looking to develop my work by traveling. And going to Paris for it. Shit. Hey, get picked. I'm gonna get lots of picks. Yeah, I'll throw them all up on the ground. Right. Shit. Hey, Mom. I got invited to a writer's retreat in Paris. Yes, really. Starting my morning right. Now where's my bag at? We have some breaking news at this hour. A string of terrorist attacks struck Paris this morning, leaving Dozenstead and many more injured. Fuck. Like 2677 now, right? Danny? Do you know me? She's okay. We are here with the girl of the moment. Do you've been blowing up our insuffit, speaking of bombings? I'm the question I did. Me too. Is she so strong, everybody? I'm really good. Oh my god. You're the girl from the Paris Attacks. Let's not forget the signature red vera. Hi, I'm Danny. Rowan, welcome to group. We're all survivors here. Do you want to share? No. You sure not okay? That's okay. The internet likes to turn victims into villains. Oh, those seem to be happening to me. You should be prepared if it does. You need to talk. Be careful what you fucking wish for. So what are we supposed to feel bad for you?