“Hey, come on — wake up. You can’t sleep there.”

“This is more like water then an actual drink.”

We could literally switch lives and no one would notice.

 It's getting later and later, the crowd at the bar is thinning more and more, and there's a guy who seems to be asleep at one of the tables near the back.  The hands on the clock circle, and he remains a constant in the shifting crowd. 

"You don’t seem to trust anybody I introduce to you these days."

"Hello there. Would either of you happen to know where I am? Haven't got a proper read out. Something must've gone wrong when I landed."

"That's it then?"

    "----if I told you, it wouldn't be     a secret now, would it?"