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On John's side of the door, it's March 1st, 1797.
In three days' time, he will become the second President of the United States.
He hasn't seen Milliways in a very, very, very long time. He never imagined he'd see it again, and certainly never imagined that he'd ever be happy to see it, but here he is, standing in the doorway of the bar, wearing the tiniest of smiles.
Milliways, he decides, is not that much of an inconvenience. For all its strange patrons and little annoyances, it has popped up whenever he's needed it, and right now, he could certainly do with a stiff drink and a break from politics.
On John's side of the door, it's March 1st, 1797.
In three days' time, he will become the second President of the United States.
He hasn't seen Milliways in a very, very, very long time. He never imagined he'd see it again, and certainly never imagined that he'd ever be happy to see it, but here he is, standing in the doorway of the bar, wearing the tiniest of smiles.
Milliways, he decides, is not that much of an inconvenience. For all its strange patrons and little annoyances, it has popped up whenever he's needed it, and right now, he could certainly do with a stiff drink and a break from politics.