He didn't look at her. He raised his glass to his mouth and shortly
afterward the fog rolled in again.
* * * * *
When it rolled out, the unfamiliar taste of black coffee was in his
mouth. He shook his head for clarity.
He seemed to be in some working class restaurant. Next to him, in a
booth, was a fresh-faced Sub-lieutenant of the--Don squinted at the
collar tabs--yes, of the Space Service. A Scout pilot.