Why, why was her ghost here telling him the methods she was using to what? Dull the pain? Fill the void? She'd left him, did she not remember that? "Good for you." He spat, taking a swig of the liquor bottle in his hand. His head was swimming and he'd lost his filter. Laudanum was tempting though. He'd tried it a few times in the past, hadn't liked the feeling too much then, but he hadn't been trying to escape reality then, just dabbling. Maybe he ought to see if he could corral some friends into going to the opium den. Now there was something he hadn't considered in a while. It was easy to forget things while that high.