Harleymech idly stumbles along Main St in Old City, PH.

"What a bunch of bull" he slurs

Harleymech attempts to kicka can tumbling down the street, but in his stupor, he missed, and fell to his face

"What should i do?" he muttered again

he picks himself up and pulls a cigar and some change from the pocket of his suit. He finds some hole-in-the-wall dingy night club, tosses money at the bouncer and mutters "keep the change ya prick" 

Walking past the girls, his beloved blackjack table he makes his way to a singularly placed phone booth. He fumbles for change and dials the number to a hospital down in Texas. Two quick rings that almost appear as lifetimes before a sweet shakey voice answers

"He-hello??"

"Its me ma"

"Harley baby how are you?"

"Drunk, as you could have guessed, tell me what the doctor said ma."

The seconds tick by painfully

"Im dying baby, no one is sure how much time i got left, doc says my body is hurting itself, and my heart isnt working very well."

Harleymech lets out a rasp and pained shudder, choking back tears

"You cant die ma, i havent even have your grandkids yet, so many things havent happened, i coming home."

"No Harleymech, stay there... youre realizing your dreams, dont ruin them over a dying mother, its rude you know..." 

a brief pause

"you keep your dream going, keep making the name, keep the family proud. I love you so much son..."

Harleymech chokes out a couple tears

"I love you to Ma, Im made now, we are set for life... like i said we would be... im coming home for christmas, i Promised Pipp and her kids, im going to make an honest girl outta her, cant wait to see you."

more silence...dial tone...

Harleymech sits stunned, staring at the phone

Harleymech pounds his flask and slowly begins back to the HQ weeping softly, puffing away on an extinguished cigar