Flug was walking down the hallway, on his way home, his tote bag slung over his shoulder. He hadn't seen Blackhat since this morning, when he had left Flug alone in the hallway. Flug wanted to talk to Blackhat again, but didn't know how he would react. Would he be pleased? Upset? Flug could never tell with Blackhat. One second, he was warm and kind, the next, cold and harsh. Flug turned around and headed for Blackhat's office, not caring how Blackhat reacted to Flug and his newly thought of words. Things had to be said.
Flug peeked inside Blackhat's office, and found him lying on his back on the floor, an empty bottle and snifter that had both been full of expensive whiskey on the desk. Flug had never seen Blackhat drink before, and suddenly seeing that he drank so much slightly frightened Flug. Flug stepped into Blackhat's office and walked near Blackhat. He didn't respond at all; he was out cold. Flug sighed. He put his tot