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At the sound of the newcomer's voice something in the corner stirred. It was a rather decrepit looking lizard, looking very much the worse for wear from drink, and missing several important parts, an eye, half his tail and three fingers. The rabbit that had spoken examined him with a mildly astonished gaze.
"Wazy? Wazy Selveck? What in hell's name are you doing here still? This place has been empty for months, geez, where'd you get all that booze?"
Wazy looked up blearily, a glimmer of recognition crossing his face.
"Oh the cellar's still got some stock, the stuff not worth shiftin'. Sit down n' have a pint, where you been?"
"Eh, around, here and there, hunting for you once in fact."
"Yeah? 'ya find me?"
"Dunno, check yerself for bullet wounds, knowing you you'd only complain when the booze leaked out."

The rabbit helped himself to a bottle of unknown liquor, the label of which had got wet and moldy beyond all recognition. He looked about the place sadly, amazing what just a few short months could do to a place. Sitting here, just like old times, he really missed the way things were. But you couldn't go back to them. You could never go back.