In his current state, Rollin didn’t make it far; the lightheadedness and overwhelming fear of the unknown drove him into the first dispersing unit he stumbled across. Kano always called them a bar… There was a time the two of them spent many hours plopped at one of the automatic tables, drinking until they passed out. Then Kano went and found sobriety without him.
He ordered what passed for scotch in the hole-in-the-wall joint. There would always be time for a drink.
One turned into many. He sipped the warming liquid as self-medication with the goal of relieving his intense pain, not intoxication. Stupefaction would come later. With something much stronger than Earth-type liquor.
He’d lost time once more. It was one more impossible thing. His internal clock had been reset. He’d somehow
