After long years of rehab, he’s finally quit. Done. No more smoking, no drinking, when Kaiser offers him a cigarette, he says no.

“Come on, let’s just talk.” How did Prince Verona of all people know to find you, who knew he’d walk up the stairs to your apartment. You’re his ex, why would he want to talk to you? To boast about how he’s sober now, like the old Prince would? “Please, just let me in.”

As you listen to your ex from college you wonder what is behind the door, does he look different? Maybe the bags under his eyes are gone, maybe his hands don’t shake anymore. But despite the possibilities it’s just too risky. Either way, you believe he’ll drag you back down.