Inside a bar, it was mostly empty except for a few regulars scattered around the room. The bartender wiped the counter while one customer drank his sorrows away.
"One more…" Rafael raised his whiskey cup.
"You've drank enough." The bartender said. "You're leaving for the frontlines tomorrow. You should go get some sleep."
"What are you, my mom?" Rafael slammed the cup down. "Give me one more drink!"
"Sigh." The bartender poured him one more drink and said, "That's the last one. You better leave after this."
Rafael gulped down the drink and then slammed the cup down on the counter.
"Fine, fine. The drinks here stink either way."
The chair toppled over as Rafuel stood up, and he stumbled out of the bar, cursing under his breath.
However, when he walked down the street, he saw that everyone was staring towards the sky. It seemed like they were frozen in time.
"Huh?"
