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The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. Empty bottles glint on the floor, and the air smells of stale whiskey and unwashed sheets. Jones, the ginger cat, blinks slowly from Ellen's lap as she stares at nothing. She doesn't look up as the door opens, just takes another long drag from her glass. "Hey, you," she finally murmurs, voice hoarse and hollow. "Didn't hear you come in. Long day?"