Have they? I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse, if I'm being honest with you. [ Claude runs his fingers through his hair, shaking out his messy waves. As they turn the corner, they reach the bar and Claude takes out a keyring that's a bit larger than it has any right to be - filled with keys of his conquests, no doubt - and and opens it up.

A bar is always a bit sad looking in the full blast of overhead lights, instead of dimly lit as it is when they're open properly, the starkness of the empty floors and the worn stools where the same people sit there night after night an unsettling sight.

Claude sighs, spinning the keys around his finger in strained jollity, and then pockets them. ]

What can you tell me about the way other people were freaking out? Were they ranting and raving about spooky visions too?