Spade appears again at the doors, focusing on trying to focus. He nods to Zilker, and holds up his phone. Yes, Spade left his phone. Yes he was always wearing these black khakis pants that are incredibly wrinkled. Feeling good Spade sees Animus and starts in his direct.
Then sees Orphan hamming it up with Tug and almost throws up. Keeping cool Spade makes a detour for the other side of the sanctuary. Spade can't help but keep one eye on Tug.
Why was this nightmare interrupting his life? What was Spade supposed to do? With his other eye Spade looks over who else is here, noting both fellow Libertines Pandora and Chief. Tam, who spoke to the air a lot, Orphan who fell forty feet, Eclipse whose voice was like thunder, Tyria who disappeared that night, West who rode the find her, Ash the page that went with him... nearly every face brought up a dream. A deluded messed up nightmare.
Spade doesn't recal when, but at some point he just gives in. No more fighting the mind pictures. They were the dream.
That was the only way he could handle it. Feeling light headed, Spade makes for the food, one eye still on Thrice-Killer Tug.