"Nah, I came through a little over a month ago, it's - holy shit, a century?" Johnny sits up straight and stares at him over the top of the glass. "Or two? Jesus." He shakes his head slightly, trying to get his head around this. So what would two centuries be - the industrial revolution, maybe?

"That must be one hell of an adjustment," he says, fairly stunned. "You seem pretty all right, considering. I mean, like. Not completely losing it, so." He sits back a bit and tips the glass. "Cheers." He drinks, finishing it off. So nice. The warmth and creeping buzz are all in his head, but at least there'll be no hangover when he wakes up.

"And I thought I had it bad," he says. "I just missed about fourteen years. At least I know what cars are."