"You're Henderson the butler."
"No I'm not. I'm Brady Black."
Brady got out of bed and looked around for a bottle of booze.
"Here you go sir."
Henderson walked over to the dresser and pulled a bottle out from the top drawer.
"How did you know where that was?"
"I'm Brady Black."
Brady took the bottle. He opened it and took a swig.
"If you're Brady Black then who am I?"
"You're Brady Black too."
"I came back to help you Brady. If you don't do something soon you're going to be doomed to live out your days as a butler."
Brady took another drink. He didn't know what to think.
To Be Cont.