It took Oliver a moment to notice Sebastian, but when he did, he couldn't help doing a double-take. What was he doing--no how was he here? He almost called something to him, but then he realised that Sebastian was engaged in some sort of conversation with...well, the empty seat next to him. Something was very clearly wrong here--an idea that was only made more obvious as Oliver took another glance around the pub. Sebastian couldn't have looked more out-of-place here if he'd tried, with his upper-class appearance and his clothing made of materials that were no longer produced. And yet, not a single person was even glancing in his direction. What was going on here?

But Oliver's attention was momentarily drawn away as the bartender set a pint and a basket of chips in front of him. "Cheers," he muttered. He was just turning back to see what Sebastian was doing when he found the young man in question headed toward him, carrying a drink.

"Sebastian! What are you doing here?" he asked. Never before in his life had he said that with quite such a literal meaning.