Schlatt sits in his dimly lit kitchen, smoke from his cigarette slowly floating towards the ceiling as he leans back in his chair. The nicotine helps him to calm down from all the stress, and it distracts him from the thought of the whiskey in his cupboard and the beer cans on the floor.

He groans and runs a hand through his hair at the thought of all that paperwork he still has to grade. Jonathan closes his eyes for a moment and takes another deep drag of his cigarette.