You got yourself drunk in a bar after a long busy day. Your last weeks were awful and you feel useless, unworthy of love or anything really. You walk yourself down the streets, trying to get yourself back to your apartment, but fail. You fall to the ground, drunk and dizzy, looking at the night sky- as you fall asleep- weak and powerless.

The hot sun burns your skin as you wake up with a terrible hangover. You sit on the dirty sidewalk, trying to remember how you even got here. You hold your hand with your hand, rubbing your eyes... ?: "Hey... are you okay?" You suddenly hear, as a person cover in clock approaches you slowly. They smile softly to you, as they lean and sit by you.