<span style="font-size: 15px">At this point, Desmond had emptied the bottle. It lay in his loose grip, tipped on to its side as he had his head propped up on the crook of his elbow. He was sleeping, and pretty soundly. He was lucky to have learned to ignore screams a long time ago, and couldn't help but pass out, without anything more to do for the night. </span>