and honey

There is an entirely uninteresting and nondescript man sitting at a table near the Bar. He has a newspaper (Portland Press Herald, September 10, 2001) that he's sort of reading, but really he's eyeing the rest of Milliways's current population with transparent unease.




(Jim Moriarty prefers not to be himself in Milliways. People here, he has found, pay entirely too much attention.)