Taking his cue from the stuff, he decided to head for the door. It had left him with far more questions than answers, and more blank incomprehension of the way of life of these Americans than questions. He rolled the oddly coloured powder sachet in his pocket between fingers before heading for the door. He hadn't learned anything for his new book, but the night had hardly been wasted. If anything, it would prompt further digging and questions. He wondered if any of the smart young University-types that frequented his cafe were chemists...