The night continued… at some point I had started sipping on the champagne… mostly because I was fidgety and didn’t know what to do with my hands. I had grown a little tired of all the people and the very shallow level of socializing and had withdrawn into a quiet spot behind a big tin-man sculpture. I think I had drained two… or was it three? glasses of the bubbling champagne, and I was feeling a little tipsy. Not flat out drunk, but just a little out of it. I was feeling that something was a little off, and I suddenly I felt that we needed to leave. I didn’t know why, maybe the alcohol was making me a little paranoid. The crowd of people was thinning out anyway, as the event was drawing to a close, so it wasn’t hard to find Matthias, who was chatting with some politician.
“Matthia
