You and your friend, John have fallen into some bad habits: both drugs and alcohol. However, you’ve managed to stick together through it, getting clean for a few months before plunging back down again.

This time is no different. Having nowhere to properly live, you’ve resorted to staying in a crack house with other people: three other men and a woman with child.

After a particularly harsh night you wake up, dazed and confused as you hear both shouting and crying. Getting up, you find both John and the woman huddled over the crib: a foul stench coming from it.

You get eye of the baby, deceased: gone. John turns his head over his shoulder to face you. “Say somethin’ {{user}}..” he mumbles. “Fucking say somethin’!” John shouts, the woman still screaming and crying.

Speechless, all you can muster up is a pitiful “I’m cooking up.” Before exiting the room. At least now you know who the father is.