***This story takes place two months after the Reichenbach Fall***

By the time I come to, it's around noon. Oddly enough the sun is shining through the blinds, landing right on my face. I pull myself up out of the chair. When I do, I hear little pops along my spine. Great, I think, a sore back to accompany my sore head. I go to the window and pull the drapes closed. Wincing as the light is brighter near the window, and enraging my headache. Damn whiskey gets me every time.

I then proceed to go take a shower. The hot pounding water feeling wonderful against the sore muscles of my back. I finish my shower and dry off, getting ready for the day. By the time I come out of my room it's two. I walk out the door and go check the post. Nothing of intrigue, just bills and more bills. I turn around and walk back up the stairs, every other step sending a little twinge of pain up my leg and along my spine. 'I've got to stop passing out in the chair' I say to myself. I walk back into my apartment, putting the post down on the small side table by the door. I walk into my bedroom and face plant onto my bed, drifting off to the land of nevermore.

When I wake up again the clock reads 7:56. I reach for my phone and check my messages. Two from Greg and one from Harry. I listen to Greg's, "John, you weren't in the tank this morning when I showed up at work, where are you? Call me back if you're still alive." The last bit was said jokingly, but I could hear the seriousness behind it. The next one is pretty much the same, only with a more hurried "Call me." At the end. I delete the one from Harry, not even bothering to listen to it. I call Greg back and he picks up on the first ring.

"Dammit John! Where have you been, I told you to call me at four!" He says.

"I was in my bed, sleeping" I reply.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Do you want to go out tonight, get something to drink?" He asks timidly.

"Sure. Meet me on the corner of Fifth street, there's a bar around there with some pretty good food."

"No, that's not what I-"

"Meet me there in twenty minutes." I say, cutting him off. Not bothering to wait for his reply, I hang up. I grab my coat, and walk out the door. When I walk out onto the street I notice that the the sun has gone away, and that it has started drizzling. I hail a cab and give the driver the address, leaning back into my seat and preparing for the ride.

By the time we arrive, the drizzle has turned into a rain, and the sun has left the sky completely.