Somewhere and somewhen, a door leads not to where it should lead, but to a bar.
It's a quiet place, a wide room with seats at the bartop, tables a bit further away and secluded booths aplenty. The decor is understated dark wood paneling and leather. A few doors lead off to other rooms, and a set of stairs heads up to somewhere. Out one window is a rather spectacular vista of exploding stars. No bartender is in evidence.
There are a half-dozen or so people here, none of them particularly visibly remarkable. Only one - closest to the door and at the actual bar - looks at the newcomer and gives a little nod of greeting.
