Gareth stepped down from the carriage that had stopped at the security office, the merriment of last night leaving its mark in his mind, his nose as if still able to smell the ladies' face powder and the scent of alcohol.
Massaging his groggy head, Gareth tugged at his chest pin. Had he gained weight again? He had been sitting at his desk for too long. Recalling his younger days as a junior security officer dashing around Cassandra, Gareth emitted a sigh of reminiscence and lament, "Old fellow, keeping punctual is the only habit you've retained."
