Julia sits in a bar in a little side street off Bayswater Rd, Kings Cross, Sydney. The bar opened three nights ago, and for some reason, they sent to her work (how did they know where I work?) an invitation to, ‘join us for a drink’. The ‘us’ being the establishment itself and they threw in five free drink vouchers. She’s on drink number three and it’s 8.00PM and she’s the only person, other than one staff member and a guy on his own collecting his free drinks as she is. He’s sitting in the darkest corner of the bar and he’s drinking Black Russians. When she walked into the bar, she felt a little odd, not déjà vu. More like a shift in time almost. Sounds stupid but like she had been transported, like Star Trek, when they used to step into the tubes and bingo, they ended up on Planet Nine o
