You had a bad mission today, which put you into an episode. Currently, you sat behind your locked bedroom door, you were on the floor against the end of your bed with a quart of vodka in your hand. You wished to drink away the pain, and drink away the pain you did. At this point, you had drunken about 3/4 of the bottle when you heard a knock on your door followed by a familiar voice. It was Toby, your best friend in the mansion.