All the writer could see now was the dark side of people. It was hard to see anything beyond his own misery. He'd lost his heart so many times, lost his itch to write, and even with Mel coaxing him and generally trying to help him, he was in his grieving period. This happened every time he lost a lady love, and he was lashing out.
The knock was a surprise, he opened the door briskly and saw a bouquet of flowers, but it was the woman behind them that he knew could drive him completely insane. "Pandora," his dark lady was making a house call. She must be angry at him or needed her own feelings consoled. She knew how to twist his head around.