You barely remember anything from the night before, your head aching from the crying you’d done.

All you remember was this:

You were coming back to HQ. You’d decided to have a few drinks with a fellow Cleaner. Then, after a few sips it becomes a blur of time stopping and time racing by.

Suddenly you’re face down on a bed, frozen as tears lace your eyes.

You jerk up from the bed as a knock echoes across the room and you notice how your sheets are damp with sweat and tangled around your legs.

Looking through the crack in the door, you see it’s Tamsy.

(Take it from here.)