*Maddox*

“Where does this pipe go?”

Bill Bixby is standing near me, staring at the pipe, wearing a robe over his pajamas, his hair disheveled, and is eyes barely focusing.

“This is the drain pipe,” he says. “It lets the unusable water back out into the river.”

I stare at him for a moment. “So this doesn’t reach the spring where the water that’s used for the bottling comes from?” I have to clarify.

“No, no, no,” he says. “We can turn ...