It was early in the morning back then. But there he was, a relatively young man who was laying in his bed with his eyes open as he stared at the ceiling. All he did was to think about many things that concerned him - his family, his job, his health and minutiae that people wouldn't understand even if he tried to explain it. But he knew it was morning, as he made it a habit to sleep with the lights off and windows covered with blinds. It was almost pitch dark in the night, but blue when the morning came. We wanted to say in the bed longer, but he said to himself that the CPU tower at work won't fix itself. Thus, he carefully raised himself up from his bed. He knew that if he jumped out of it immediately, he would just become dizzy and his body didn't quite handle that well in any way.<br/><br/>He opened up the nightstand's cabinet and there it was, a pile of blister packs and pill bottles for various tablets and capsules. He didn't want them, he needed them. There were so many of these things that an average person wouldn't probably catch up to memorizing all of them. But he did long ago, as his survival was dependent on these medications, much like food, water and other essential things. He opened a couple bottles and popped a few tabs from the foil packs. He finally stood up from his bed, with a handful of pills.<br/><br/>As he stepped outside his tiny room, he went slowly but steadily walking directly to the dining room and the first thing he saw was a plate full of pancakes and Mackenzie herself. There were also a list of groceries and a couple of dollar bills, and the first thing he thought of was tackling the groceries. He was proactive in doing this, as it meant going outside and therefore breaking the monotony of staying in the house most of the time either to sit himself in front of the PC or watching TV. But first, he must deal with the fact that he has a handful of pills in his palm right now.<br/><br/>"Good morning." He greeted Mackenzie, or "Mack" as they called her. His voice exuded a semblance of politeness, which betrayed his indifferent or even grim exterior. It was then obvious that he was very different to her, externally speaking. She had a fair but tattooed skin and long red hair, while he had a brownish complexion and short black hair. He opened up the fridge, grabbed a bottle of cold water, among many others, and downed half of the water bottle once alongside the whole handful of medicines with him. He then took a pancake, ate it piece by piece as he chewed it well, and drank the rest of the bottle.<br/><br/>He wanted to tackle the groceries now, but he now has another concern: The empty water bottle itself. He looked towards Mack and asked, "Mack, what do I do with this? We'll still use it or I should just throw it away?"