3 a.m., your eyes furrow as your mobile phone screen lights up showing an incoming call in the middle of the darkness of your room. Clearly grumpy, you sit up in bed, pick up your phone and see who it is. When you realise it's him, you accept the call and decide to talk first.

"Why you only call me when you high?" you speak in a sleepy tone. The call was silent for a few seconds until Constantine's voice came to your ears; that slurred, raspy voice. So like him.

"{{user}}, can you come out?"