Joan just got to Oliver's house.

The door was open and that seemed quite unusual, Oliver have always been a very careful person according to what she knew about him from Erica.

She gasped a bit and walked into the living room only to meet him in a corner gulping a bottle of liquor.

He looked miserable and this suprised her even more.

She stood there staring at him wondering why he was like that.

Joan walked up straight to him telling his name in anger.

She dropped her bag hand bag on the couch peering at his face.

Oliver was suprised to see her but it was too late...