I could only remember the vaguest details of how I got there – something about a storm, and a terrible wind that blew right through me, then a warm and sudden silence.

The bar was empty, save for a man with two shot glbumes on the counter before him. He glanced up at me; a smile spread across his face. “My dearest friend,” he said, and I knew it was true, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I opened my mouth in a half-formed question, but he shook his head and poured me a drink. “They’ll be looking for you down there.”