"Oh, such places I've been! Such wonders I've seen as you couldn't imagine!" The combined scents of incense and sherry emanate from Alana as she speaks, though she seems not to have noticed. "I've seen the glory of the setting sun on the pyramids of Giza, I've lain at the feet of the Christ on the Hill, I've walked the Great Wall from end to end, I've discovered the resting place of the fabled gardens o..."
Her speech is cut short as she keels over onto the bar, an unfinished glass of rum still barely upright in her left hand, dribbling slowly onto the floor.