Matt jerks up with a start. Then sighs.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Susan. I didn't hear you approach." He follows her eyes, returning to the bottle of JD.<br/><br/>"Sit down, Ms. Clark," he says softly. "I've got something to tell you, person to person, not Master to Servant.<br/><br/>"I told you that I was feeling self-destructive after Edna died. I figured that I'd start drinking myself to death. However, after two years of not remembering what I did the night before and waking up in strange places with the mother of all hangovers, I decided that it wasn't fast enough. So, I created this." He grabs the bottle.<br/><br/>"The recipe was simple. One fifth of Jack Daniels. One box of sleeping pills. Mix the two, drink, and never wake up again. Well, I managed to get so far as the mix the two, when we started taking fire. This was back in Baghdad, and incidentally where I received the Metal of Honor. Thing is, I was ready to drink... was ready to drink for a whole 15 minutes, before the shooting started."<br/><br/>He sets down the bottle, and looks into Sarah's eyes. "I quit drinking that day. Cold turkey. Wasn't easy, but I'm a Marine, damn it. For some reason, I've always kept this Bottle of Death. Perhaps I thought that I could always use it as an escape."<br/><br/>He stands up, grabbing the bottle, and opening it up. "I need you to witness something." Before she could react, he strides over to the kitchen sink, and upends the contents down the drain.<br/><br/>"I don't need the escape anymore, Susan. I've got you, and I'm happy with you."