"I remember saying that my first month here," he says wistfully, flagging to the bartender for one of his usual gins.

"That's what they tell me. Now- look, I understand that what's about to come out of my mouth sounds like my usual nonsense, I swear on Hippocrates that I'm just trying to help. Alright? It doesn't make sense, but she was telling the truth about all of it. I've seen things in this place that make Buck Rogers look like National Geographic."