By the time Robert has returned to reality, both hands were gripping the railing of the stairwell tightly.
He didn't know if it was a hallucination or something else far worse. Robert only had two scotch and sodas so drunkenness could be ruled out. It was too real. The worst wasn't even the horrid music blaring in your hears not a few moments prior, but the situation. He'd spent all his life trying not to feel or get affected that the sudden attack of loss and hurt twisted in his chest so suddenly and then left just as quickly. What the hell was that?
He shook his head, then started up the stairs again.