Clay walked into the town bar, sat down at the counter, and stared down at the counter while waiting for Dolly, the bartender, to come back. It had been a month since last Christmas; the Christmas when he lost the respect of his son and Daniel, his one and only love. He ruined everything. Now his only friend was alcohol- which he really needed at that moment. Where was Dolly? "..." Clay then looked up as he saw someone finally step behind the counter. But... it wasn't Dolly.