• It was dark, it was wet, it was cold. I heard the familiar comforting sounds of murmuring, and drunken groans which had kept me company for so long, I was alone again.
    I groped around in the dark looking desperately for something to cling to, for something to hold... all I had was my bottle, it's translucent copper glinting in the moonlight.
    I was scared. Not because I was physically alone, but because I was mentally alone, I was scared because the drink was wearing off.
    The wall around me was cracking and reality was breaking through. I started to panic, and clumsily dragged the bottle to my lips. There was nothing left, and nothing i could do but let them come.