It probably really didn’t even require Rocky’s special milk ambrosia that he had concocted for her along with a nice bowl of his minestrone. What was in it? Surely not alcohol, because she didn’t feel tipsy; she just felt blissfully floating. Floating on water, like a very calm ocean—maybe the Caribbean. It felt good. Warm, soft, gently rocking her.It was almost possible to forget about the hectic day she’d just spent or the horrific events of the last week. It was wonderful to experience this relaxing sensation—like a vacation. She felt the waves lapping at her feet, pulling gently at her sides, but still allowing her to sleep, to rest. She could see—well, maybe not see—creatures floating by. Fish? Maybe. Large creatures, coming closer. One looked very much like—Shoop! One looked like Shoop. Yes, there he was standing up on some sort of surf-board, his long, grey trench coat flapping in the tropical breeze. And the man was barefoot! What! she thought. Shoop would never walk around barefoot.
