He's gone.

When I woke up this morning, there was a napkin and some cigarette stubs where James was supposed to be.

There was something written in the napkin. I took it, went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to have some breakfast. An empty bottle of Jack Daniel's reminded me about last night.

After washing my face I took a look at the napkin. I read it twice and then I understood.

I hope to see him again... someday.

P.S.: Here's what the man wrote on that napkin.