Fearful of the retribution from the eerie figure of the apparition that arguably had no right to present itself in front of me, albeit the right-wingers would perhaps call it an apt work of vengeance, I made a quick reach out for the nearest door to veer in—in short, I ran and got into the pub I just left.
The inside of the pub is changed drastically, there's a crowd in there now, nigh-silent buzzing is coming from them, chitter chatter all around. And behind the bar counter, there's a middle aged woman, with a feisty look on her face. She is a tough-looking mean dame yet had a warm feeling to her eyes. She signaled me to take a seat and while I slowly approached the table, cautiously looking over the room, and taking in the details—she brought me a coffee. The room, this pub cannot be the place I was just a minute ago, yet I am so certain I reentered the same pub. The decorations and the time period of those decorations are all wrong. The people are a mixed lot, red, white, yellow, brown, black, men, women—strangely though there are no kids or old people. A few of them looked at my direction, and quickly averted their gaze. However, sipping my nearly perfect coffee, which was actually an amusing thing as I never seem to get good coffee in pubs, I can still feel their gazes.
Suddenly I overheard something. There is supposed to be a convergence of something somewhere. The time has to be right, otherwise, things would go wrong. I lean forward...intent on hearing some more...

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