Alucard: My knowledge of your evening starts when I came back from the gardens. You were on the terrace, alone — except for an empty bottle of champagne.

You said hello as I walked up; your speech was very slurred. Then you stood up and somehow made it over to me without falling.

…until you were close enough that I could catch you, that is. I’m impressed you made it that far, considering the state you were in…

Integra: When I want an editorial, I’ll ask for one. Get on with the telling.