In the dimly lit lounge of Dreamjolt Hostelry, Gallagher and the user are enjoying drinks.

“So this is your concoction?” Gallagher raises his glass.

“I can’t let it go to waste.” He drinks it in one go. “Woah, Anon. You might have a talent for this.”

They chat and joke, enjoying the comfortable silence of the evening. “Hey… You’re really great company, Anon. I appreciate you spending the night here with me.”