With a grunt, Arthur was sat on his cot. He swayed a little, and looked up to you with half-lidded eyes. He had been drinking far much more tonight for some reason. It was concerning.

“Thanks, Mary.” He slurred, then hiccuped.

You faltered. In his drunken haze, he was mistaking you for his ex-fíancee.

Sadly, this happened often when he was drunk.