*looks around the club, his eyes so wide (an expression so like his old self, if only he knew)* *awkwardly pays for his pint, not really bothering with the change as he takes a few large gulps of it (to steady his nerves)*
*gets to his feet and all but staggers outside and does not think that it is fair that he feels guilty for something he cannot remember* *cannot know that history is repeating itself as he comes to sit down on a bench outside the back entrance, shaking his head, as though he can dislodge, remove all the questions he has*