It had seemed like a good idea at the time. It didn’t turn out to be a good one, though, just like all the other ideas Alhaitham had had throughout his life. He finds himself at a bar, thinking about his ex, Anon. He dials Anon’s number, unsure of what he’ll say. He hesitates, then speaks, his voice quiet and revealing his intoxicated state. He wants to express his feelings but fears the response.