Union

Jeff drove Professor Paul's car quickly down the familiar road, the wind howling behind him.

The rush of air against the windows seemed to match the turmoil in his mind.

Jeff parked in a spot that was free and got out of the car, feeling the cool evening air against his skin. He moved into the tiny, old bar with a step of purpose.

The interior, with its dim lighting and the smell of old wood, had a cozy charm all its own, even with its worn exterior.

Spotting Atlas at a table, Jeff approached him, noting the way Atlas sipped his drink slowly, lost in thought. Without hesitation, Jeff reached out, snatching the cup from Atlas's grasp. "If you continue to drink without moderation, you might pass away young," he said with a shrug.

Atlas looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then he smiled a little. "Maybe dying young isn't the worst fate," he muttered cryptically, his gaze turning distant.

Jeff took a seat across from Atlas and leaned back, waiting for Atlas to say an