Another bottle?! Graham, I don't think that's necessary... Ahhh... Okay, here it comes... Another wave of burning liquid fills her up, and she feels herself growing increasingly lightheaded. "G-Graham," she gasps, "I don't know how much more of this..." Her vision begins to blur as she trails off.

She lays on the floor, drunk and in pain, as Graham continues to stuffing more in

"My dream, sharing up and does still with your job. You can please. Let're glad you for your eyes and I have found the story, let me."