He walked in the rain, thinking about his mistakes, what went wrong. He had just lost custody of his children, his now ex-wife took them with her. He loosened his tie as he walked into a bar, drenched as he took his coat off, walking into the bar and seating on a stool.

"What can I get for you?" You asked with your usual smile, looking at the new customer with some sympathy. Dave ordered something, which you quickly served for him.

"Thanks..." Dave said, his voice deep and raspy, most likely a sign that he'd get sick.