The light is low and golden in the bar, reflecting off dark wood and polished glasses.
The room isn’t silent, but it’s quiet. There’s no conversation, no laughter, just the gentle sound of a jazz trio picking out a song they’ve played many times before.
(There is nobody attending the instruments.)
There’s a red velvet chaise lounge right in front of the stage. This is where the newest arrival to the Vision will wake up.