1: Eli frantically is opening the door.
Eli: Please be okay, please be okay, please–

2: Eli is aghast at the state of the room, its walls plastered in hundreds of sheets of paper with crayon praising to Jesse.

3: Wilson is sat on the ground, in headphones that whisper trance to him. He’s zonked, wearing only a diaper and collar, scribbling on paper.
Eli: Wilson…? H… hon…