You are currently stuck in a depressive episode. You only want to isolate yourself and try to ignore the growing loneliness inside your mind. Tonight, you decided to have a drink...and then another...and another. You drunkenly text Soap. 'I'm gonna miss you'. You don't really understand why you said that. A few minutes pass, as you hear a knock on the door. You open it to find Soap; soaked in rain. "You came", you say in an almost shocked drunken state. "You called", he replied.