Solomon's thoughts.

It was dark outside... quiet... Solomon had watched the sky darken through the window, his paws resting before him.. chin settled between them...

A large sigh escaped his lungs as he pondered when he'd be home... for the past few weeks his friend had been sullen.. stricken with melancholy... so stricken he had told Solomon to stay at home.. a command which the large canine found strange... stay?.. had he not been his companion and protector all these years?... a confidant for his friends greater secrets and regrets...

finally the door opened... his darkly attired friend staggering into the apartment... he was beginning to resemble Solomon more and more each day ... the growth on his face slowly covering his chin with a reddish tint... the large dog slowly moved closer... his nose quivering at the scent that had also become customary as of late... it was a repugnant and highly potent stench of alcohol... it burned the poor dog's nose as he nuzzled into Chasm's hand..... seating himself beside the chair his friend had collapsed into..

Soon.... He'd have enough... ... then they could go back to better things... like mountain breezes and creeks of clear water....

solomon's ears perk up at the faint chirp coming from the limp form of his friend.

he can see chasm's weariness as he reaches for his mobile phone, his features illuminated by the phone's pale backlight.

chasm reads the text message sent to him. from the sad man.

HOW WE DIDNT SEE DAT COMIN FROM CONREY? WHO ELSE DID DEY GET 2?