The man is holding on to the table but he doesn't do it well and he steps back, I quickly drop the tray and go over to hold him. His daughter and Yazahib's ex-wife just scream in horror.

"Come on man, breathe," I beg the elderly man, “I'm not a ghost,” the security and my companions arrive with alcohol promptly. When the man seems to stabilize, security helps him sit up, I kneel in front of him "are you okay sir? Can I do something for you?” The man looks at me strangely. In his eyes there is shock, bewilderment and I can say what joy, which I do not...