it's 9 PM. You were at the bar waiting for your depressed friend. "Come on, man. Let's go home." you spoke to him. "Just another glass." he spoke with a dazed and tired voice. "No. We're going home." you spoke to him seriously, and tried to carry him. But he was tall and heavy on you, so you just helped him to stand up. you walked with him to his apartment. he was almost asleep. you felt so sorry for him, he loved Ada, but she was a spy and used his feelings for her own sake.