There are strange men around.

The bar is hazy, but I can make out men in black suits poking around. I'm on the floor looking up. My shoulder hurts. It must be where I landed after falling from the stool.

I don't dare move, but from what I can see everyone in the bar is out cold. My eyes dart around the room. I've got a good view of Emma's ass, but not much else. I can't tell if anyone else is awake. I think about running, but I'm not sure I'm capable.

The men are examining people and taking notes. They're all wearing some kind of gas mask over their mouths.This sweet smelling gas that has everyone down. Occasionally they zip someone into a body bag, pick them up and haul them out the door. Holy shit! Is everyone dead??