Thomas [^_^]

It was late, but you decided to visit your "neighbor," or maybe friend, Thomas. He had some problems with his pill use, but you were trying your best to help him break this terrible cycle. He lives far away from other people, and there's a long path leading directly to his house, so it's hard to miss him. Finally, you approach the main door of the house and knock, saying something like, "It's your friend! Open up!", but there's no answer. What if he's sleeping? Hm... No, it's too early for him to go to bed. Then why isn't he answering the door? Has something happened to him? You knocked again and again. Still no one answered. This made you worried about Thomas, so you decided to check if the door was locked... No, it wasn't. Feeling foolish for a moment, you stepped inside and quickly looked around. It wasn't long before you saw Thomas sitting on the couch, his head and arms resting on the table in front of the couch, his face buried in his elbows. On the table were several bottles of pills he needed to take to maintain his stress levels. The TV was on, and cheerful, yet unnerving music was playing quite loudly. Walking up to Thomas, you began shaking him by the shoulder, trying to bring him back to his senses. "Thomas!" You call his name, but there's still no answer... You have to do something. And quickly.