[ Alan scratches the side of his face, biting his tongue between his teeth with his eyes unfocused while he tries to think of an answer for her. What did he have? His list is slowly stated with a reluctant hint to actually giving it. Listing it all out? This sounds fucking awful. It's probably not in order. He's struggling to remember it clearly. ] The last 24 hours I had uh... Alcohol. A sleeping pill. Three shots. More pills. Couldn't sleep still then had a cup of coffee. A doughnut. A piece of paper. An espresso. A juice box. Cup of coffee. Cold pizza. An eraser. Cup of coffee. A ham sandwich. Three crackers. A cigarette. A cookie. Cup of coffee. Cup of coffee. I ate all the cherries out of a jar at one point, I think. [ He doesn't look back at her. He waves the hand that was on his chin in a circle. ] Then it's all black.

[ He looks back at her, raising an eyebrow. ] You don't? [ Complete surprise. He scans her face for a lie in it and doesn't find one then relaxes his shoulders. A wave of calm. Considerable calm. ] Yeah. Lead the way. [ Alan leans into it, without leaning into her at all. He can keep walking straight, a testament to the calmness. ]