As we approached closer, it became clear that the festival was in full swing. What started as a small noise became a cacophony as we drew closer. It was a low-rise town; most terraced buildings were only two stories at most. The wide streets were thronged with mostly older people, a couple hundred Earth years old.
“What madhouse have you brought me to?” I jokingly asked Tabitha.
“Yeah it’s crazy, what will we do now?”
“Well, I don’t know about you but I’m starving. It’s been a while since we had something to eat. Let’s find somewhere to relax for a while. Then we’ll decide the longer-term plan”
“Sounds good to me.”
We continued along the long street until we came to a crossroads. On one of the corners, I could see an entrance to a pub advertising food, so I grabbed Tabitha’s hand and went straight for it.
It was dark inside and people were packed closely together like sardines. We pushed our way to the rear, where finally there was some space. We sat down and waited to be attended. After a few minutes, a flustered waitress with bright blue eyes and long jet-black hair heaved her way through several people and took our orders.
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