““What... what are you doing here?" He's shaking his head as he walks my way; a steaming coffee mug is in his hand. "What am I doing here? I live here." "Y-you do? How did I get here?" He starts to laugh. "You don't remember?" "No... I really don't." He places the mug in front of me. "You called me on your cell. I found you spaced out of your mind in an alley behind the bar. You were talking to a cat. You claimed it was your mother.””
