[spoiler]Here's what I'm thinking: we do this shit reglar. I reply to you, Ginger replies back, you reply again, so on, so forth. For posterity.[/spoiler] Drake's words had not fully made their impression upon Sawyer when he heard the shatter of glass and Alpha's gasp for the air wretched from her lungs. He craned his head towards the sound and looked at her, a weak smile crossing over his lips. He knew Alpha had not been dead, as he had spoken with her merely two months ago. A lot had happened in those two months; his personal mental and physical degradation, the deepening of the rabbit hole where sanity was rapidly falling into the unwavering abyss, the addictions that ailed him, and the newfound power that sprang forth from him as a result. He removed the fat cigar from his mouth temporarily, taking a large inhale of smoke before he slotted the smoke between his index and forefinger, waving forth hospitably. A warm amiability began to glow in his eyes upon looking at her shocked face. "Nice to see you, lass. Care to join us for dinner?"