"Town," Mason repeated to himself. He hoped that meant shops where he could get some booze from. And with a whole town to lose himself in, maybe he could escape and get back from wherever the hell he was.

He really didn't have anything else to say to this bloke, but Mason wasn't so good at keeping his mouth shut.

"Hey," he asked, "have you met any good-looking ladies in this place?" It wasn't really being unfaithful to Daisy, right? She hadn't wanted him to sleep on her couch! She didn't actually care about him. That thought just made Mason miserable.