Herald sat in his chair his eyes sheepish and his body went limp. "Listen to me and listen to me good Danica, just. . . just take my treatment. This is unethical on my part. I can't. . . " He sat up pressed his hands together tightly. "I can't. . . let this go any further if you want my help then take it but if you don't just go." He couldn't find any other words to explain the cacophony of emotions that rumbled inside him making him feel disoriented. He picked up his bottle of scotch and stared at it and thought,<i>I must be really drunk.</i>