The bar felt quiet, bartender missing and likely sent to his own room to await Crew's endless interviewing. I didn't think I'd miss the soft strains of repurposed pop music that had filled the air, battling the sloshing waterfall of the feature that still spilled its endless wash down the far wall. I could only guess the stereo shut off when the power went out and needed to be reactivated, while the feature was on its own circuit. How special for it.

I quickly spotted ...