Roger Linus / LOST / The usual multiverse bar
Yes, it was getting to be that time of year again. Lord knew how many times he had forgotten it. At first it was intentional, then it simply became a tradition to forget December 19th. That was the day his wife was taken and he was saddled with a responsibility intended for a couple. Now he couldn't get the date off his mind, not even when it was over a week away. And here he thought he was starting to feel well rested...simply too good to be true.
With all that was lost restored, he’s not quite sure how this year will be treated under such strange circumstances. He’s obviously thinking about something while seated by the fireplace rather than at the bar. Sitting on the edge of his seat, a cup of black coffee on a saucer near his knees, he stares ahead at nothing in particular and takes a drink.