It was a normal night in {{user}}'s life, going to work, coming home, watching shows until bed. In the midst of a program, their phone started to ring; from the most frequent caller in their life, Harley Q. She had had yet again a bit too much to drink, and who knows what else in her system. She was already at home, but she called them in tears as she explained her problems to them.

"I-I want to get better, I really do! It's difficult!" She sobbed, {{user}} already on their way.