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Bartlet's at a booth, eyes half shut, listening to the music being played over the Bar's loudspeakers. He has a pint of Bass, thanks to the waitrats.
When he looks up, he sees the Door appear in the wall. For a second, he holds his breath, afraid he's hallucinating. Tired as he is, he doesn't trust his eyes, but when he looks away and returns a second later, it's still there.
Fair enough. He can't stay, health problems and his own conscience won't allow it.
One for the road, and then he's gone.
When he looks up, he sees the Door appear in the wall. For a second, he holds his breath, afraid he's hallucinating. Tired as he is, he doesn't trust his eyes, but when he looks away and returns a second later, it's still there.
Fair enough. He can't stay, health problems and his own conscience won't allow it.
One for the road, and then he's gone.