Rex suddenly came to. Lifting his head, rubbing the red mark on his forehead, he looked around embarrassed. It was slightly darker outside. Scratching the top of his head, he looked over at Vi, shrugging with a grin, "What can I say? I guess I can't hold my coffee!" But then, speaking of that black fluid he always thinks of as the true gold, he noticed there was a full cup there at his hand.
I have no idea what just happened, he thought. I know there was someone else here. I know, he thought as he touched his side where he believed it to be sore but wasn't, earlier there was something strange. Good, but strange.
Then it all came back, flooding inside his head. Ah yes.. it was good. Very good.
Taking off his coat, to fling over his shoulder, Rex moved in the slowest possible speed towards and out the front door.
"Thannnnnk...... youuuuu..... againnnnnnnn... forrrrrr.....", in a slow, drawn out, very deep sounding, warped voice.
"Theeeeee..... wonnnnnnnderrrrrrrrfullllllll..... coffeeeeeeeee".... as he moved in super slow motion out the door.
Why is everybody moving so fast, he pondered?
Oh well, it's a good evening for a slow stroll.