The bartender shrugs. "A few hours, passed out since I started my shift. Fifteen minutes ago, that guy bought the soda for you." She points to an empty wall and looks away. She seems vaguely surprised. "Huh. Not here any more. Must have run off."

The Master looks around the bar. He can't remember anything. Other than the pool players, there are only three other guys in the bar. They are all clustered around a table and talking. There are four doors. Two are heavy, iron doors. They seem to have been painted red, but most of the paint has chipped off. One was at the north, and another was at the south. (Of course, The Master had no idea which way was north and which way was south.)

One door was blue and cleaner, and had a shiny door knob. The final door was yellow and had an "employees only" sign on it. The phone was next to the blue door.