Knife respawns, now sober, after the bar blows up. "Damn, I had a nice buzz going too." He mutters, walking out into the street...where I promptly hit him with my car. "Holy fuck! Are you alri-wait, Knife is that you?" I ask, looking down at my paradox self. "Ugh, you know a simple hello would have worked." He says as I help him into the passangers seat and drive off.