Kaldera had gotten in a crash while driving drunk off his head after spending some time at work after closing time.

He suffered various, potentially fatal injuries from the accident, among others. He'd lost track of how long he'd spent in there.

Yet practically as soon as he got home he was insistent on getting a drink. Because of course he was. He willed his weakened legs to support him as he stood from the couch and moved to the kitchen. Fossicking through the fridge for any sort of can, or bottle, or something, anything!

"Where the fuck is all my booze..?" He grumbled, seeming confused.