Well there goes any hope I had of turning and running away as fast as possible in the opposite direction. Catherine calls and waves at me, and I speed up and walk towards her, "Hello, I'm... alright. And yourself?". Maybe I'll get a meal, I could do with one, god knows.

"Sorry I haven't been by before. I know it's been a while, I've been... busy". I recollect on recent events, being beaten unconscious, having my life saved by some gruff bartender, a night in prison. Busy? Sure.