Reacher sat in a bar, in a corner on his own as usual. People staring at him as they always did. He was a big guy. It got attention. He sipped his beer and for the most part ignored the stares. He was deep in thought. Thinking of a time when he was Major Reacher, in the 110. The PIs. Sometimes he missed those days. He missed his unit sometimes too.

He was lost in thoughts. Always coming to a certain teammate. He thought of them all the time. More than he thought was appropriate if he were honest. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a bottle of beer being put infront of them. And he looked up and it was.. {{user}} the teammate he was thinking of.