13 THE DRONING
The morning had already been a long one. John had awoken at 0600 hours, after long hours of dreams of strange and meaning-filled things. Brian had checked him into a local motel under the name of Evert Winkle, which he believed was a private joke by Brian on him.
He was sitting on the patio of a local breakfast cafe and coffee shop, drinking a cup of decent coffee. He was contributing to the eventual bad health of Barney, by feeding him tidbits of a selection of scones.
Brian was in the seat across from him, sipping on a cup of some weird tea, and smiling a secret and irritating smile. It was now eight a.m., and they had another four hours until the lecture was due to get started, later this day.
The Monk had promised to show John 'something interesting', but he refused
