"There's nothing wrong with a drink in the afternoon, as long as you're strong enough to handle it," Nicky said, coming from the opposite direction. He'd actually seen Boo scamper his way, after supposedly having attacked Vincent, but since the furry ball of cute hadn't seemed to be harmful, he'd let it go on its way. He figured that sooner or later, the space animal would catch up with his owner, if not vice-versa.

"Which our friend may not be," he added, looking at Vincent's slumped form. "So what are we all gathered here for?"