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After this, Paul comes through the front Door holding in his arms a silvery metallic fabric enrapping a large, clumpy mass that smells powerfully of cinamon and an aluminum cup filled with the same. He takes the bundle to Bar, where he says, simply, "For my tab." It disappears, and, like on his first day in the Tavern, Bar's surface near it shows a slight greenish tinge for a few seconds that fades slowly. He carries the cup upstairs, and comes back down without it only a minute later. He goes to a table by the Observation Window and sits slowly, watching the catastrophe outside as if for the first time. You may try to speak with him, but he won't hear you.