<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Leaving a marina<br/>Getting her bearings</strong><br/>Nobody seemed to notice her from the guard shack. The sounds of music lead her to a bar with some nice melodic music, darkened lampshade windows, and almost no waiting queue.<br/>Or rather, there were three men waiting outside. The guards, dressed all in black and grey, didn't seem disposed to let them in, although one of the bouncers smiled at Susan.<br/>Her nose called her and asked to be let in the place. The food inside, if Nose could be believed, was delicious. Well-toast meats, fresh fish and boiling vegetables mixed themselves to produce...saliva. Lots and lots of it.<br/>Of course, she could also neglect what Nose and Mouth were saying, and find another place to fill her tummy. But as her stride carried her closer, it was decision time NOW!