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Mike has had a hard day. His entire world has crumpled up. He has lost his wife, kids and job today and it seems like he is very close to losing his sanity as well. He was thrown away from the house he had built by his own hands and checked into a sleazy motel.

On his way to the motel he stopped at the liqueur store and bought a few bottles of Vodka and from there he moved on to the drug store and bought a large bottle of sleeping pills.

On the motel's dirty bed he sat and cried like a small child. He swallowed all the pills with long gulps of Vodka and slowly drifted into a deep sleep, hopeful that he would never wake up.

Mike did wake up. His head was pounding and his body felt as light as air. He was sweating and trembling and somehow had managed to drag himself towards the filthy mirror. He looked at the mirror in bewilderment as all he could see was the room behind him. The messy bed and the empty bottles of booze and drugs.

It took mike a couple of minutes to comprehend that he has turned transparent.


--Time's up--