A bottle sits on an empty table in an empty foyer. Noises are heard in another room. I appear to be at a party but have separated myself from the crowd. I’m drawn to the bottle. I look around.  I hear noises but see no one. To my left, a shadow of a man hands me a gun. I lose interest in the bottle and immediately point it at my temple.

The man says, “Well, that’s one way to avoid a relapse.”

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