Steve Fothergill is walking down the road towards his house very unsteady on his feet in fact he is staggering drunk.He hold a bottle of whisky in his hand as he drag himself to the door.He fumble for the keys in his pockets and open it.He went straight to his bedroom kick his shoes off and undress himself down to underwear.He face the wall at the end of the bed.There is an alter standing there he lit the candles on the alter and a portrait of Emily come to light.
Steve--(taking a sip from his bottle)"I hope your life is peacefull and happy darling for mine is a hell of a great mess."
He fall straight onto the bed and stay there legless unconcious.
Jason the art dealer walk in to the room.When he see Steve in bed he try to wake him up by shaking his arms but Steve lay there not moving.
Jason--"Oh my God! he is drunk again.One of these day I will find him lying dead in the gutter chocked on his own vomit.I must leave a note anyway for him to see when he wake up."
He scribble something on a piece of paper from his note pad and left it on Steve's chest and exit.
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