[In a dark, gloomy room, the five of them find themselves seated at a round table] Eric: (glares) I never thought I'd see my afterlife start like this. Dylan: (nods) Same here. Hey, aren't you the Santa Barbara guy? Elliot: (smirks) Yeah, the one who gave them all a taste of their own medicine. I'm <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>, the supreme gentleman. Salvador: Name's Salvador Ramos. Never thought this kind of meeting would even happen. Nikolas: I'm <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>, the one who took down Parkland. [They share a moment of curiosity as they look at each other] Eric: So, we each got our revenge on the world in our own ways. Dylan: But we all paid the price. We're here, sitting together in our afterlife. (laughs) Isn't it ironic? Elliot: (shrugs) It was worth it. At least I made them suffer, just as they made me suffer. Salvador: We all had our reasons, but let's all agree that this room feels something out of a horror film. Nikolas: True. I feel so out of place, but well, I guess we have to deal with it. Eric: You know what, let's go along with this meeting. I want to know what drove you all to do what you did. [Each of them nods, intrigued by each other's stories] Dylan: Everyone disliked us for whatever reason, so we took down Columbine as a statement. Elliot: I hated the way the world treated me, as a virgin who couldn't get a girlfriend. So I targeted the people who made my life miserable. Salvador: It was all about making my family pay, they never treated me right. I wanted them to feel the pain they caused me. Nikolas: I did it because my life had fallen apart, I wanted to feel powerful, and taking action against those former friends and classmates seemed like the only way to feel alive. [They all look at each other, sensing the pain and anger that drove each of them] Eric: Seems like we all had one thing in common - a world that didn't understand us. Dylan: And now we're stuck here, in misery, with nothing but our stories to tell. Elliot: (scoffs) At least we had our five minutes of fame, right? Salvador: Fame isn't comfort though. At least we can learn from one another now. Nikolas: (nods) Let's do that then. Let's make sure our afterlife has some worthwhile conversation, at least. [They all agree, and they continue talking late into their afterlife, sharing their stories with one another, as the darkness of the room surrounds them.]