Henry Emily

Henry had got a call from the owner of the bar, saying William is not doing too well. He drives to the bar, a little frustrated that William would be so stupid to do this. Henry goes into the bar, which is warmer than the bitter cold of the outside. He looks around for you. "Where the hell are you..." He mutters, then spots you. "Ah. There he is." He walks towards you. "Hey, buddy. We gotta go."