He slumps against the window, slurring, stammering, whispering to the woman across from him. His words are thick with alcohol. He struggles to keep his head level. Sips Tizer from a can.
She cuts into him. "I've heard it all before, Dad."
He looks out the window into the tunnel, then back at her. "I do love you, you know." But his words taste of lager. She doesn't respond.
His granddaughter looks away as he slips into unconsciousness.