There is a John Cohen hanging around the main room. In his case, 'hanging around' means sitting with a cup of coffee and a copy of Preston and Child's Relic. He looks almost relaxed for once, stretched out on a couch and sipping his coffee every so often. Feel free to bother him, he might even be nice.

Ruth 'Mama' Cohen is walking along the deck of the ship, staring out at the water. She's confused, something weighing on her mind. Her usual smile is far off, instead a serious look on her face. She's dressed up, actually, and humming a Barbara Streisand tune.

She'd love some company.

Enter JOHN COHEN, looking around very confusedly. This certainly doesn't appear to be New York, nor does it appear to be anywhere vaguely familiar. So he pauses, scratches his head, and turns to the boat at large.

"What the hell is going on?"

Typist: Presenting one Daddy Cohen, otherwise known as John, from RENT. Blame Meems.