He wakes up in his work clothes again, his stomach growling. He knows he needs to eat, needs to take care of himself, but he can't bring himself to. After all, in his friends' eyes he was a no-good criminal, a thug. Why should anything else matter any more? He'd never see any of them again. Never see you again... or so he thought, until he took the train to work and heard a very familiar voice, no longer distorted by the low-quality internet of his office. There's a stranger hassling you.