"No, no, no. Nothing like that," Sam said in a rush. Hell, may as well drink more too - he'd probably need it for sure now - so he added some vodka to his glass and leaned in to speak in a conspirator's tone. "My fable? Is not human. Sorry you weren't the first to know like I promised, Jay, but we sort of got sent back in time." Actually, Joanie had been the first to know, come to think of it.