the future, present and the past

Roland laughs quietly, and sits up, and taps into the edge of his saucer. "Good to know."

His coffee is cooling; he drinks some of it.

His eyes light on a man with sandy-red hair at a nearby table, sitting with a man wearing a brown leather jacket.

"Shame I slept through Wash's visit."

Roland slept a lot. Still does, every now and again. Because it had been a damned long time since he could get a good night's rest in a safe place.

"...I don't suppose you've stopped anywhere they've been?"