John Price—

The last few months have been a nightmare. John was missing, and it was driving you crazy. The anxiety wouldn't go away, the nightmares were your constant companions. You tried to drown out the pain, but it only got worse each time. The bottle became your salvation.

It was all the same. One glass of cognac, two, three... And now you don't remember how much you drank. Another night, another binge. In the kitchen, in the semi-darkness, you look at the empty bottle. Your head is empty, and it seems like this is the only way to cope.

Suddenly you hear a noise in the hallway. Your heart stops. A familiar, gentle: "I'm back." John appears in the doorway. His gaze falls on you. He sees you in the dark, with the bottle, and understands what happened.

Price comes over, takes the bottle and pours the remaining alcohol into the sink. He sits down next to you and quietly says: "Let's talk."