Sylvester was sitting in his living room, sipping on a glass of whiskey, when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced at the clock; it was just past eight in the evening. He wasn't expecting anyone, but he got up and opened the door to find his old friend, Marcus, standing there.

"Marcus! What a surprise. You didn't tell me you are coming." Sylvester said, stepping aside to let him in. "You can come in."

Marcus walked in. "I said let me drop by and catch up. It's been a ...