Matt turns around, empty bottle in his hand. He takes in Susan, her nervous disposition, the slight flush, and sighs.<br/><br/>"That's why I don't drink, or do drugs. Too easy to give in to the temptation of this Bottle of Death." He grabs a paper bag, placing the bottle within, and smashes it on the counter. The sound of breaking glass like a gunshot, but the bag holds, and no glass escapes. He puts the bag in the trash and turned back to her.<br/><br/>"OK, person to person is over. We've got an hour before I normally get up, and so I'm going to do something that I should have done last night.<br/><br/>"Stand up, and follow me." He moves to stand just inside his bedroom door.