Carlos memory

Uzil lays down on his air mattress and closes his eyes. Concentrating on Carlos he begins to meditate. Sending small suggestive probes to the sleeping man's mind. 

Carlos is sitting on a dirty mattress on the floor of a basement. There are a few people around him the music blaring loudly as he heats a spoon over a chafing fuel can. There is a bottle of tequila beside him nearly empty. 

Uzil watches as he gets high and passes out on the dirty mattress. This Carlos is nearly nothing but skin over his bones. His hair is matted and dirty , this Carlos is not recognizable to the one he knows. Uzil watches as a muscular man with a tattoo of a skull on his neck comes and rifles through Carlos's clothes taking all the money from his pockets. 

"Ah man I should have gotten you to pay first. This isn't going to be enough. " Uzil hears the man curse. 

A photo falls from Carlos's wallet the man picks it up and looks at it with a smile.