"And that is something I'm really glad to hear. Believe me, this sucks. I wouldn't wish it on anybody."

Shaking his head, he reaches down for the bag at his feet, rifling through it as he speaks. "I don't know. Just woke up like this. Here."

Straightening up, he holds out - he hopes in Party's direction - two large, flat squares wrapped in red paper. They're records of a band he's never heard of that he found scrounging around in the attic of one of the abandoned houses. "Merry Christmas."