Menachem was working cleaning glasses at the bar and trying to keep an eye on the place as he did every night now. He was getting better at the bar though it still wasn't considered his final destination.

The man had knelt down and was grabbing some glasses to put back on the shelf behind himself when he heard someone come up. "Welcome to the Pony, what can I- Oh!" he looked surprised and smiled. "Aslan! I thought I'd never see you again!' He had seemed so quick to remove himself from his presence the last time they'd seen each other. "How are you doing? And your sister? I hope everything is alright."

He had told him he owed him a favor, maybe he'd found him to cash it in?