Bells rang out through the streets. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and wiping the sleep crust away. Alone in an unfamiliar alley, I fumbled through the pockets of my black suit, searching for the familiar flask of rum. My quest proved futile, but just as frustration crept in, I noticed the flask lying on the pavement nearby. Grasping it eagerly, I brought the burning liquid to my lips, the warmth cours...