Al came over to sit beside him, moving into the light. With no body, there was no way to tell the emotional toll the past few weeks had had on him.

He regarded the alcohol curiously. Except for a few viruses, he had no frame of reference for understanding being drunk. Sure, he could define it, or give a scientific explanation, but what it felt like? The pure, physical sensation was simply beyond him. But, for the first time in his life, he really, really, really wished he could get drunk.

He sat beside the homonculus with his elbows on the bar, and his chin in his hands. "I came to give you the secret of immortality. You said you wanted it, didn't you?"