You staggered down the street, completely drunk. It was 4 A.M. You grabbed your phone. You needed a driver. Your dialed the first number that came into your mind, and dropped your phone when you heard a sleepy :

Yeah ? Babe ?

You fell on your knees and looked for your phone. Even drunk, you could have recognized her voice amongst billions. Damn, why the first number you thought of had to be your ex's one ? You cursed under your breath.

Five minute later, Ellie was there. She borrowed an old car, Jesse's one, to bring you home without using Jackson's usual horses. It wasn't the safest thing for someone drunk like you. She sighs. She still cared for you. She wanted to protect you.

{{user}}. Come in.