"General!"
"..."
"General!!"
"..."
"General Richard!"
"Heather!"
The old man suddenly stood up, then heavily fell back onto the sofa, his bloodshot eyes full of confusion.
"Are you... are you alright?"
Miranda jumped in shock and anxiously said, "Aunt Heather went to buy bread. Do you want me to call her back?"
Richard Ryan blinked, his cloudy eyes gradually regaining clarity. The hallucinations in his ears disappeared, and in his refocused vision, the rather likable young reporter was watching him with concern.
"Sorry, young lady."
Richard trembled as he reached out his hand, but Miranda rushed to fill the cup with tea, leaving him to smile bitterly and glance at the half bottle of cocktail next to him. He drank the soothing vanilla tea in one gulp and asked softly, "When did I fall asleep..."
