"Pity," whispered the conquistador beside the basin, flashing his only to familiar, cocky grin, at Barry. "Should I tell him about the magic pill?" And he produced from his pocket a blue pill. "The 20th century marriage-saver or breaker, depending on how you use it, right?"
  Barry muffled a cough and ducked back down into the fauna.
  "He wants the fountain of youth," said Tab, gesturing to a row of older indigenous women, sitting on tree stumps, looking bored by their finger nails.
  Tab flashed a picture cube. "Let's get out of here, Dude."