The Pirate passes me things through the hatch in a special bar somewhere south.

He gives me so much stuff it’s hard to hold onto it all.

I see the Sleeper, standing on New St. The Sleeper has a shoe box filled with white powder and is scattering it onto the floor and chanting. We go to see a dance band called Sci-Fi Awesomeness.  The room is packed but it’s OK because we have a special space at the side.  There are three of them, cramped onto a tiny stage, surrounded by coloured lights. They play the best music I have ever heard.