Lesson 5 Rule: Some times you must kill yourself.   The door to the place was an Impressionist bonfire, which made Barry wonder how it would be to go inside one of those blurred strokes. He was inside before he knew it, wondering if he had walked through the door or imagined himself through it. Above the bar, "Time Tap" in neon cast a red light on the bedraggled travelers, hunched over their drinks, wearing mismatched, anachronistic outfits. A digital display next to the sign flipped through various years randomly. 1980, 2438. The only customer with his head raised, sat at the bar, smirking, twirling a shot glass. It was Tab, rose-cheeked, sporting a scarlet vest and the frilly shirts of the French Revolutionaries.