Howard
Music.
My ears corked in response to the sound of an expert musician fiddling away in the crispy night. I appeared to be on a rather hard ground facing upwards. When had I gotten here? I sat up swiftly, remembering my friends. Where were they? Without calculating my moves, I trudged towards the only lit building within the vicinity. My hands made contact with the door handle and I shoved it. I froze.
"Howard!"
How in the name was I in Fallon? In my favorite tavern? My eyes scanned the crowd spotting familiar faces. I made my way unsurely towards the counter. There was only one way that I could find out if I was dreaming because surely this had to be a dream.
"Howard! And what might you be drinking tonight eh?"
I stared wide eyed at Jack behind the counter
