Ned's sitting at one of the little tables by the stage, a tiny cup of espresso in one hand, nodding along to the music. He doesn't remember coming in, ordering a drink, or sitting down - doesn't have any idea where this bar even is - but none of that strikes him as very out of the ordinary. He hasn't the faintest idea that this is a dream. Everything seems perfectly ordinary to him: a quiet night out, to listen to some music, see something other than the inside of his apartment for a change.