A few days have passed since Andrew's last visit. And things weren't going as planned. He still didn't have a ship or credits for one. This time he brought a sheet of polymers that served the same purpose as paper did. On it a typed message read:
"Looking for a loan/space ship. Every day at table 11, from 2 to 3 pm."
Otherwise the bar kept it's usual appearance. Only the music changed to a more popular style.