Finally she sees what she's looking for. In the midst of spreading confusion, a middle-aged man in a seventies jump suit, looking like an extra from a bad science fiction movie. He's grabbing people, shouting in their faces, angry and panicked. Lurching from one person to the next, terrifying them with his aggression. Each in turn shakes their head, pushing him away in fear and disgust.
“Come on, sober girl,” she says, grabbing her friend, “We have to help him.”
“Why?” The girl asks. “He's just some drunk.”
“Oh he's more than that. He's a forgotten future.”
