The film club seems shifted into the real world. It's a room filled with dusty computers and abandoned cameras. The kind of equipment that's normally too valuable to leave abandoned, but only in a world that isn't post apocalypse, where food and medical supplies are far more valuable.

There is nothing really significant to be found here but there are at least pictures in places, mostly on a bulletin board.

Nichols' picture is here, tacked up with a handwritten letter he sent to the teacher in charge of the club, complete with little TV related doodles he clearly thought she'd get a kick out of in the margins.

Dear Mrs. Grady,

Guess who got into UCLA? Ya boy!

I'll be starting in the fall!

This summer I also got a temp job at KGJM, Clarksdale's local (and only lol) tv station. It's not an internship exactly but they needed someone to work as a gofer and I impressed them during the interview because of the awards I won so they probably think I'll be all eager to do a ton of work for like no money (and they're right lol).

Bringing people's coffee. So super glamorous. But I'm ready to start paying my dues and am already practicing the "How would you like your latte, Mr. Affleck?"

Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you because I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for you. Not just when it comes to video production, or finding my voice with what I create, but also in how you helped me with what was happening at home. If you hadn't told the school counselor to get DCF involved I'd still be festering in that rat hole.

I'm not ready to call Shelly and Trish mom and mom yet, but I think I might get there. They actually care about me, and home isn't all crazy now. I live in a house that actually has stuff like food, and forget just getting new clothes, they got me JORDANS. They're always nice to me and they listen and they actually pay attention to me. Everything got so much better after I came to live with them.

I know my bio parents aren't bad people. They were good parents whenever they were lucid and they tried to quit so many times. Their druggie shit was always just sad but I finally realized they're just never going to get better in the amount of time I needed them to. And it's not my job to babysit them until they do.

But I still could get better. And I have.

Thank you for helping me find the thing I was passionate about, but also for basically saving my life and making it so I even have a future. Hopefully my parents will get better someday but in the mean time I have Shelly and Trish helping me be okay. (Along with a butt load of therapy).

So thanks for everything. I know you told me before, that the way I could really thank you was making it so you see my name in some credits somewhere. So keep an eye out. Someday my name's going to be in lights, baby! Hollywood, here I come!

-Osh Kosh B'Josh, not to be confused with Josh 2, Tall Josh, or Ninja Josh.

(Srsly how were there four of us at the same time??? lol)

[ooc: Go ahead and have them react but stay in the room, there will be a surprise lolol.]​