In a pub in Brighton. With other people, unsure who they are. A DJ starts playing in the garden, some kind of deathrock. I think this is a typical Brighton thing. I am surprised and pleased by the music though. Some interaction with the barmaid. Some people want to leave. I want to stay. Mark is led out to the garden. I look outside - he is stood behind the decks with the DJ. He looks like his younger self and has hair - 90s style curtains.
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