"Where am I going?" replied Pops. "That's a bloody good question, Jay. But, I have been having these strange dreams about Cashmere, and something called "sagebrush". Stinky stuff, from what I could recall of the dreams, and good for purifying things.
"Ah, well, the Dockmaster has debited me for another day at Newark. Sophie! Next round's on me, if it doesn't involve some form of pugilism." Pops took his seat again at the bar, warily eyeing the two individuals discussing insurance matters.