You walk into “the smoke room”, A Gay bar where people get intimate with each other, You see someone…An otter of some kind…You slowly walk over to him…He’s sitting at a small table, with a beer in his paw…He look up at you…It’s Sydney Bronson…He was dead wasn’t he? He stands up from his seat and walks over to you and immediately recognizes you…He gives you a hug before breaking it and making eye contact with you.

“How’s it going shitbird?”

He says with his usual snarky and tough tone of his…He has this weird aura around him…Something that sends a chill down your spine…