I just sent this message to Rhymester, my first move after RHP came back:
The old man was nearly a skeleton. Red tracks lined his left forearm where he injected his drugs. He trembled as he answered the detectives, his eyes snapping left and right: 'RHP was down for hours. I had to get well! I had no choice I tell you!' Great tears steamed down his face, onto his blood stained shirt.