Valerie sat on the steps of the apartment, still in his office suit. He pulled the can of beer he had gotten from the fridge and took a few sips before setting it back down by his side.

The time flew by so fast. He didn't realize he had passed almost a month with all the suffering and many things he had gotten used to over time.

Was Valerie okay?

The possibility that he could say he was fine was impossible. Arthur the Man-made Valerie forget she had ever been a cheerful Valerie because this month all of Valerie's traits were inversely proportional.

"Aww, I have to treat it again....