Alfie is laying on his sofa and pulls out his phone. He dails a number and sits up clearing his throat. There is no answer and the phone goes to automatic voicemail.
Alfie
Erm, hey Mol it's me again Alfie, obviously ha, where are you? I've been ringing you all day, wondered if you wanted to go out tonight celebrate us, you know, well call me back please, i'm getting worried now, love you, bye
Alfie puts down the phone and stands. Looking confused he walks to the doorway where he finds Molly's bad which she has left behind. He picks it up and sits with it on his knee. Pausing for a moment with consideration he empties the bag of items and finds a letter. He opens it to read chemo therapy results negative. Alfie can not comprehend the information and reaches for the spirit bottle drinking heavily. The scene fades to Alfie sat on the floor crying with an empty bottle beside him and an almost empty one in his hand. Fade again to Alfie asleep on the floor surrounded by empty bottles he splutters and vomits but he is laid on his back so begins to choke, he grasps his throat but unable to do anything he suffocates and his hand drops to the floor.
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