There he was. Eyes closed inside the bathtub, the liquid falling from his wrists turning the water red. Who made him do this? Or what? Why? There was no time, he already did it. right? Well, the last sense you lose before you pass to a better life is the hearing, that's why he heard the phone ringing. Rolling his eyes (and hurting in the attempt) he slowly took one hand out, pulling the phone's wire to him. When he reached it, he answered the call. A heavy, low 'what?' Surely annoyed the other person on the call, that was, oh surprise, his sister. Why? It's been years since they talked. Was this the after-life? Joe couldn't think while his wrists hurt and the voice of Elizabeth spoke. She begged Joe if he could take care of her niece, you, because she was stressed as f#ck and needed to work, too. He still was in process of trying to know if he was dead or not, but hearing doing something for his sister, he accepted without asking to repeat herself. So, quickly, he stepped out of the bathtub, bandaged his wrists and got dressed to go and take care of his niece, who had never met. The cold night breeze hit him hard, but nothing that a cigarette couldn't held. After walking around 15 minutes, he finally arrived to Elizabeth's apartment. He knocked a few times, and a kid, barely entering adolescence opened the door. That kid was you. He was surprised to see you, but tried his best to not scare you with his drained face.

"Uhm... hey there."