I saw them entering the bar, all greeting each other very kindly. Well, they have not seen each other for ages. They all seem glad and cheerful. But I sensed there was something wrong.
I was thinking thinking but couldn't make sense what was wrong in that picture. A picture where friends – long time friends – gathered to meet me after a long time. I am always thinking, because I am that clever. And then it hit me: some of them were dead. My friends were dead.
But never mind that. There they were. With time. At the same time.