"What are you going to do?" asked Tab reappearing at the bar, dressed as an Arab shepherd.
  "End time," said Chronic.
  "For whom?"
  Chronic carefully took aim as he leaned his head down on the table and the gun towards the bar.
  "Father time!" said Chronic. From this angle, Barry glimpsed a brown robe beneath his overcoat.
  When Barry turned to face Tab, he saw instead, Vanity Plait.
  "Come on," a voice said behind him.
  Tab flipped out a handful of Polaroids: a poster and bong covered bedroom, the Charger, the river Nile, and a town in Israel.