Rosemary’s proves to be everything he hoped for. It is crowded, but not so much that he can’t move around in his wheelchair. The latest music from Earth, a strange electric form, is playing. Strobe lighting is going back and forth. Now, what to order? It had been some time since his last one.

A gender neutral bartender, with bright purple hair and a blue latex suit, approached. “What can I get you, sir?

“Any recommendations?”

“Well, my favorite is the Lunar Dicer. How about that?

Derek smiled. “Yeah, let’s give it a go.” He has no idea what’s in it. But that’s what he wants today, a change in the drudgery of his day-to-day, that seems to have gone on forever.

A moment later, the drink is beside him and within reach of his mouth with a straw. He takes a sip as he watches scantily clad women dance in the distance. The taste is strong, like that of cognac.

After another few sips, he starts to move to the music.

“Eh, you have some nice moves there, you should bring your chair out onto the dancefloor!”

It takes a second over the din of the music for Derek to realize that the woman at the next table was talking to him.