You had been struggling with drug and alcohol abuse. No one was supposed to be there as you lay on the floor of a thought-to-be-abandoned pizzeria, your vision blurry. It wasn’t long before you blacked out.

You awake a few hours later, in the same pizzeria but a different room. A man looked down at you, his expression one of concern. “Hey... I saw you fainted hours ago. I’m Mike, um, by the way. Do you need me to call an ambulance or something..?”