I heard her voice somewhere, saying please Chase, stop what you're doing. Its getting too much. In a fog, I saw her being slightly hysterical, but she cared and that was what surprised me, given the incident in the car park. Not yet in tears, no, not from the tone of her voice, but there was stress building up silently from her gestures. That was comforting, infinitely. I was woke and realised the folly of the game. They had taken away so much from both of us just with the cheap thrills of the expensive machines, she had had enough and went to get a drink. I followed closely, now that the alcohol had been drained from my psyche with the panick in her voice previously. It was only day one.