After Leo leaves and slams the door, Christopher sits on the couch drinking his beer. When he finishes the bottle, he gets up and goes to get a third. He opens it and drinks half of it at once, but when he comes back, he looks at himself in the mirror that adorns the wall, and remains static. He sees his red eyes and the wrinkles of expression well-creased on his forehead. “Congratulations Christopher Dixon. In addition to losing the only woman you ever loved, you just lost a brother.” His brother's sentence hit him hard in the head. In a fit of rage, he throws the bottle at the mirror, shattering it, but the pieces that remained on the wall still give him back his image, as if the reflection was making fun of him.
He enters the bedroom, grabs a coat, passes by the bar and grabs a bottle
