The wave of relief that washed over Harry was so powerful his knees almost buckled. He clutched the edge of the sink to stay upright, gasping, tears leaking out of his eyes once more.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY:Hell yeah! Now it'sreallya party. Take a big swig from–
VOLITION:NO. POUR IT OUT. NOW.
Harry hesitated, feeling the saliva filling his mouth at the thought of the taste. Then, slowly, painfully, he tipped the bottle into the sink. Sweet liquid, clear as water, glugged out of the bottle, splashed in the sink. The smell was overpowering. He heard it gurgling down the pipes.
HALF-LIGHT:Wait, it's Judit's. She'll be mad–
VOLITION:IT. DOESN'T. MATTER. LEAVE IT.
RHETORIC:You can always pay her back later.
Harry backed away from the sink, leaving the bottle upended, its lifeblood pouring out of it.
VOLITION:Well done. Now go outside. Clear your head.
EMPATHY:Wait, the kids! You can't leave them alone.
LOGIC:Write a note.
VOLITION:They'll be all right for a few minutes. Have a smoke. Calm yourself down.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY:A sweet ziggie would go down smooth right about now.
VOLITION:Knew I could get you on board.
Harry scribbled a note in his outside for a smoke. Be back in a few minutes. -Harry. He ripped out the paper and set it on the floor outside the kids' room, then slipped his shoes on and headed out, locking the door behind him.