What's Going On?

Lazarus

"Geordie?"

He's lying on the couch, sobbing. Great. Did I forget to put the toilet seat down again?

(You'd think that wouldn't be an issue with two men in the house, wouldn't you? Well, there you go)

"Geordie, what's wrong?" I try again, kneeling next to him.

He thrusts a piece of paper at me.

GEORDIE, DARLING, YOUR TIME'S UP. YOU KNOW WHY.

Er. This doesn't look as though it could have any good interpretations.

"Geordie? Is this a threat of some sort?"

He lifts his head from the couch...