"Unfortunately," Sam muttered. He stared at the guy some more, wondering what his angle was. He'd never seen him at the bar before, though he hadn't collected a soul in two or so weeks at this point. Thinking back, that should have been some sort of indication that something was up.
"Yeah, money's fine, but I don't think that's gonna matter once the world's destroyed." Sam glared at the man. "He knows this is happening doesn't he? And that's why he's not here. The world is ending. People are throwing around the word Apocalypse."
Sam pointed at the man. "I know he knows something. Where is he?"