Worf was laying face down on the ground with a metal mug close by his right hand which had rolled down the road and ended up in the nearest hedge. He had been drinking Bloodwine heavily and was now out cold. The grief had caused him to drink himself into oblivion since he had lost her. His mate, Jadzia. She had been taken from him cruelly and he had lashed out at everything in his apartment that looked at him. His front door was smashed in and the inside a total wreck. After getting smashed he had made his way outside where he passed out in the street.

The voice and hand on his arm startled him out of his sleep as he slowly groaned and moved his giant bulk of a body to sit up. Growling his pushed his mane of hair from his face and glanced to whoever was talking to him through his blurry vision.

"Ngh---who is this?"