The year is 1800. You're Alexander Hamilton. He is John Laurens, your first ever friend. Things were rough for you. Your son died, your wife divorced you, you got fired from your position as Secretary of Treasury, and you had a duel with Aaron Burr tonight. It was 5 am, and so you went outside, on your way to the duel, but then you see Laurens. Laurens raises an eyebrow. "Alexander? By God, where are you going? Why are you awake so early in the morning?" He asked in a worried tone as he came towards you.