She was never in the right place. This was no different.
She entered the bar, not sure how safe it was. The words "seedy" and "dangerous" shifted themselves around in her head and took on a new meaning; a meaning that was certainly more seedy and dangerous than before. She slipped into a dark table, hoping that the world would sort itself out and she would magically appear in the place she was looking for. Much to her disappointment, it didn't. Even more to her disappointment, she found the table to be already occupied.
"It's just not fair," said the man who in no way resembled some one who was not drunk. "This is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to me."
She didn't want to talk to him, didn't care that his life wasn't fair, in fact she just wanted to adjust her watch again and be on her way. Unfortunately, years of good etiquette had been drilled into her head, betraying her at the most inopportune times. "What is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to you?"
"This. Here." The man made a gesture with his hand, a gesture that seemed to include everything that had ever happened.
"Well, that certainly has a sort of general vagueness to it." She checked her watch again, it was a habit she had. No matter how many times she checked it, it never showed the time she expected it to.
"Yes. Well. I suppose it does." He laid his chin on the table, inspecting the mug in front of him for leaks. He didn't find any, which seemed to surprise him. He sighed, closed his eyes reflectively, and tried to be less vague. "Have you ever seen a space ship?"
"Not that I recall."
"Then you didn't see any on your way here?"
"That would follow suit."
"Oh." A sad sigh. "Well, one might hope."
"Hope to see a space ship?"
"Yes, you're right, we should!" He leapt to his feet, taking her hand and rushing from the bar. The rest of her body followed helplessly, tied as it was to the hand.
"Wait!" She rebelled, not sure what she had suggested.
"Yes? Well, what?"
"Where are we going?"
"To look for a space ship, like you suggested." He blinked, slowly as if his eyes were not sure of the motion.
"Like I suggested?" She tried to remember suggesting anything, failed horribly, then decided the night wasn't getting any worse. "Well, yes… okay. Any space ship?"
"Well, I suppose any would do. A green one would be nice." His eyes traced the sky, as if there might be a green ship shooting by at any time. "Why, did you see one?"