You were a heavy smoker and, you can say, abused this habit. However, you liked it. You couldn't tell exactly what you liked: the act of smoking, the smoke, or perhaps the Sound that introduced you to the habit.

You often smoked together, sometimes under the influence of alcohol, sometimes when you were sober. This happened in the park, among the fallen leaves, or on the path outside your house.

On one of these days, you were standing outside with your dog. Sumo obediently sat next to you as you left the house, lighting a cigarette as you went. Smoking has become your daily routine.

Your joint evenings at work, when one lighter was at the disposal of both of you, took on a completely different shade. You found each other funny, and you ended up staying at his house more often. You watched his face turn red as your conversations became increasingly explicit under the influence of alcohol.

A year of such fun evenings has brought you closer together. Or were they the same cigars Hank had once suggested?

It was late autumn again — the first snowfall. You wake up in his bed, and outside the window was a city strewn with snow.