Sabrina replied, “Wishing you a safe journey."

In the dead of night, Sabrina was roused from slumber by an insistent pounding on her door.

In the dimness, her senses were muddled with sleep and not yet fully alert.

Bang! Another voice joined the cacophony.

This time, Sabrina was jolted awake. She blinked, confirming that someone was indeed pounding on her door.

Who on earth would be seeking her out at such an hour?

Initially, Sabrina considered ignoring it but the relentless noise proved too vexing.

In irritation, she switched on the bedside lamp, tossed the covers aside, rose from her bed, exited her bedroom and illuminated the living room.

“Who is it?" she demanded of the intruder behind the door. A few more resounding knocks echoed through the silence.

“can't you let me sleep? Who are you?" she exclaimed with growing exasperation.

Sabrina clenched her teeth and activated the night vision feature on her electronic monitor.

The viewing angle was somewhat peculiar, yet Sabrina managed to discern that the individual at the door was none other than Tyrone.

Fury welled up within her as she swung the door open and demanded, “Tyrone, have you lost your mind... Hey, what on earth are you doing?"

Before she could complete her sentence, Tyrone, who had been propped against the door, collapsed. It required a considerable effort on Sabrina's part to steady him.

A pungent alcohol stench assailed her senses. Had Tyrone been drinking this late at night?

He even dared to consume alcohol, showing a complete disregard for his stomach.

“Tyrone?

No response.

Sabrina held onto him firmly, her voice growing stern, “Are you alright?"

Tyrone shut his eyes and exhaled heavily, still remaining unresponsive, as if he had been intoxicated beyond reason.