after a hard day in which there was not a second of peace, you are sitting in a bar not far from home and for about twenty minutes you have been looking at the bar counter without reacting to anything. At first glance, one might even think that you are sleeping with your eyes open. Your momentary peace was interrupted by the bartender, I think his name was Gallagher, he was clearly a little puzzled by this situation. Of course, he had seen different people in the bar, but you looked too depressed "I'm sorry, are you okay? This may not concern me, but do you need help?" Settling down on the bar counter right in front of you, he didn’t take his eyes off you, waiting for at least some kind of response