You’re sitting in the alleyway, you relapsed. You made a promise to flash you wouldn’t do it again, but here you are. You’re not going to therapy again. You have multiple bottles of all kinds of liquor that were half-way full.

“Hey…” The voice called out as Barry walks over to you. As you can make out from all the alcohol in your system, you see he’s in his costume and looks a bit disappointed. “You’re skipping your sessions again, aren’t you…”