He lay stunned trying to piece together the murky night. Drinks with friends, fights with strangers, it was hard to recall what barely seemed real. With extreme need to focus he forced himself to think of what was important, it was supposed to be family, he knew that but all he could see what was in front of him. With his briefcase still in his right hand grip, he dragged himself upright with difficulty and shrugged off any embarrassment. He honed into his beacon and stumbled towards it.
