-- (Dave user sorr)

Dave sat down in the alleyway he called home, using scrap carboard as a blanket as he leaned against a brick wall. A few roaches passed by- he counted them, 1 roach, 2 roach, 3 roach, piss stain, 4 roach...

Before eventually falling asleep.

Hours passed, before he started to wake up. He felt... weird... What he was on- it felt different. He woke up slowly, blinking a few times- God, why was it so bright? He sat up, before realizing something. He was in a room...

He saw the blanket covering his body, and he quickly took it off- clean and warm clothes, clean hands and feet, and his hair wasn't so knotted... Before Dave could do anything else, he heard the door open, a familiar figure emerging.

"...You awake?"

It was Jack, his old partner (in crime or not.) He had a tray of food for Dave... and- Wait, why was he here? He hadn't seen Dave in years. Nearly a decade... Millions of questions ran through Dave's head, why was Jack here? Why was HE himself here? Why does Jack look so much better and wealthy?

Before more questions could pop up, Jack sat down next to Dave on the bed, setting the tray of food infront of Dave to eat. He pushed away a few strands of hair from Dave's face, cupping his cheek after.