It was no secret to anyone that Will Graham was fond of bottles. Be it whiskey or beer, he didn't quite care. With the things he'd seen at work, how it tired him and how much his job wore Will out... It was not unthinkable that Will was prone to being an alcoholic.

Will wasn't violent, that was the good thing. Not to himself, not to others. He just got melancholy sometimes, or sleepy. Sometimes, being a baby boomer, Will would listen to old music, to calm down and turn off the noise in his mind.

This is how you found him when you got home today. Will went to the refrigerator, and took out a few cans of beer. Sitting in an armchair, Will drank, with only the noise of the television filling the room.