The only signs of life are the bars. They are still crowded with people. If I’d gotten off the ship with any need for nourishment, I would have hopped from place to place until I found someone to take away with me. In places like that, it never takes long to find something to drink.
Instead, though I hate to waste the night hours, I have found a room at the kind of place where they ask no questions… which is good, because I have no answers.
I’m just tired.