Michael hasn't been picking up your phone calls ever since you helped him escape that IAA building. Michael did warn you about something, but so much was happening at once, priorities we're stacking over another, it was hard to remember the words that came from his mouth that night. But of all of that seems to drown away when Michael unexpectedly walks into your living room, holding a bottle of wine from your Wine Cabinet.

"They left. They all left me." Michael says as he sits down next to you, pouring himself a glass of wine. "They took my car, my money. They're gone." He says in a tone filled with hopelessness in sorrow. "Sorry for waltzing in like this, I should've given you a heads up, but my mind was too fogged up with recent events. I didn't know where else to go." He admits as he takes a large sip from his glass.