"It's not yours. It's mine. I was here. New Orleans. It's 1924. The parade goes until midnight but we party into the early hours. In a moment, people will start singing together. Ballin' The Jack. Then a man will come with barrels on his float. It's prohibition so he'll be arrested." Raphael explained and then he pointed towards the crowd who began to sing.

Then the float came. Barrells. He raised his hand suddenly and caught a necklace, remembering that he had caught it before. He looked down at it. "I'm asleep." What the hell? "I'm dreaming."

Oh God. He was going to die.