[b]New York City, Saturday[/b]
Ian could barely care about what was going on around him as the bus bounced. His eyes focused solely on the tablet in his lap. The sound that was piped into his ears through some ear buds was an all to familiar childish giggle. The video was home footage of his five year old daughter. Ian winced at the pain that thought caused as he had to mentally correct himself that this wasn't his daughter. It was just one more thing that manipulative witch had taken from him. Through the long year that his divorce had dragged Kenzi had been the one ray of light for him. The only thing that kept Ian striving for a future. As he watched the bright face dance around the park Ian made the decision to not give up so easily. Kenzi may not be his, but he would be damned if he allowed his ex-wife to pollute such an innocent child.

All around him the throngs of humanity pushed in, threatening to overwhelm him with their stink. The only one that stuck out at him was the woman that stood over him, holding onto the overhead strap. Her perfume waived down to him as she focused on her phone. Watching her, Ian remembered Andrews words to him yesterday. He wasn't so full of himself to consider the second part of his statement, but maybe it was time for him to meet new people. He opened his mouth to say something to the woman over him when he heard the screech of the bus wheels, followed by the impact. His head went slamming forward from the force. Ian raised his hands to stop the impact, but forgot he was still holding his tablet. Ian slammed full force into the device, a sharp pain following a cracking sound.

It was all over as fast as it began and Ian's jaw hurt. He looked down and saw the massive crack across the tablet screen. There was some blood, making him reach his free hand up to where the pain radiated from. Fingers came away with blood, and Ian used the tablet screen as a mirror as he looked at himself. There was a deep gash running from his lower lip to his chin. Ian quickly grabbed some of his shirt and used it to stop the bleeding as he wondered where the nearest hospital was. [i]So much for my good mood.[/i]

[b]Sunday 10 AM[/b]
The sound of the bottle hitting hardwood floor jarred Ian awake. The sharp movement sent the mother of all headache through his body, making Ian fall back onto the couch. Turning his head Ian looked at the bottle on the floor and grimaced. So much for keep his promise of refraining for the weekend. After another five minutes Ian finally got the courage to pull himself from the couch and gingerly had his way into the kitchen. As he made his way to the coffee maker Ian flipped the light on. Its bright light came to life briefly before it started to fade, dying all together in under a minute. Grumbling about shitty wiring Ian opened the blinds to the big window of his apartment. 

The morning sunlight filtered in, lighting up the entire room. Ian was forced to close his eyes against the blinding whiteness. Out of habit Ian began to rub the pain from his eyes when he realized there was no pain. As a matter of fact he couldn't feel the hint of a headache anymore. He slowly opened his eyes and gave a brief stretch. Amazingly he felt pretty damn good all of a sudden. Maybe he wasn't as hungover as he first thought. Shrugging Ian turned back to the kitchen and his coffee, not even noticing his reflection in the mirror that showed the scar on his chin that had faded to almost nothing since the accident.