About halfway to the ground he realized he wasn’t going to wake up and started screaming. It wasn’t until long after the dragon thing that identified herself as Sheila caught him that he realized he wasn’t falling anymore and stopped. They took him to a place that he recognized as a bar. He didn’t have a clue where he was or what exactly was going on but thanks to his job he knew a bar when he saw one. “Dear sweet Jesus and Mary mother of God in heaven,” he mumbled to himself, “that was a talking cat…and I was brought to a bar by dragons and now I’m surrounded by all kinds of god knows what…is this hell? Have I truly lost my mind?” he heard some whispering and though he couldn’t hear everything it was clear they were talking about him. He turned to face the direction of the whispers and dropped into a low fighting crouch bringing one hand in defense posture the other ready to strike. “Ask a guy like me what?” he asked. He realized that most eyes in the bar were now on him. So he stood up abandoning what he was sure to be a very stupid decision and brought his hand to shoulder level in front of his chest and slowly lowered then to his waist exhaling the whole time. “I’m sorry,” he said bowing in the direction of the whispers, “I’m a bit tense I meant no disrespect. I’m not even sure where I am.”