I looked into his eyes again tonight. Dark empty and soulless. We had summoned him. Jack and I. That's Mr Daniels to you.
He often passed by or sent his dog to visit but tonight was different, special. He heard the bottles klink to no expectation, but when he heard the capsules spinning on the table, it was an invite he simply couldn't refuse.
He didn't rush. No need to be crass, for patience was his strongest quality after all.
No one let him in. He simply appeared and took his seat at the table, measured what was left in the bottle and counted the capsules.
He simply waited. Often his visits were swift and he never left alone. But some he knew had no certainty. He couldn't offer a helping hand or guidance for he never interfeared, "Heaven forbid!" He loved irony, as although he had never visited heaven personally, you will understand he had dropped off many travellers.
Hours passed and dawn came with a jolt and pain. Closely followed by ***** and self loathing. As I left the bathroom head pounding I thought I saw him leave, just a shadow. Until next time. The next party for one.