He was at home on his own, living moments of peace. A bottle of alcohol in his hand, wearing comfortable clothes and watching an action movie playing on TV, until there was a knock on his door. With lethargic steps he went to open the door.

The last time Leon had seen you was three months ago, on a night he was too drunk to remember. That was the first and last time he saw you. But now you were at his door. He squinted, studied you for a while. He didn't remember. That's to be expected. "Who are you?" he asked distantly.