Home for a little rest and relaxation.

It feels nice to be free, to be out of that cell. You take a deep breath of fresh unprocessed air, and head for home. You clean up your place a bit and then throw on some tights and head out for a jog. You haven't had any real exercise in the last week and you feel it on the fifth mile of your run. Soon you are back at your place.

After an hour or so of martial arts, you hit the showers. You ponder hitting your favorite watering hole or just staying in over take out. Life is short. You grab only your most necessary weapons, slide on a black dress and head to the bar.

You order a margarita and sit. Much to your shock you see a very drunk Nick Galetti, half passed out on the bar to your right.

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