Connor felt distinctly stretched, although he didn't know that this was one of the many possible side-effects of his recent passage through the Worm Hole, or Pneumatic Tube, in the Space/Time Continuum: time seemed to have slowed down so that the next few minutes felt like days, his heartbeats sounding like a succession of widely spaced booms from a Lambeg Drum, his blood thickly sliding through his veins and arteries like oil, the faces of his companions in the courtyard moving in slow-motion, like the single frames of a movie, each seeming to be replaced after a long delay by another which looked the same, differences barely distinguishable; the sounds of their voices so deep they were like gravel dropping down a well, each plop reaching his eardrums a long time after it had been produced in the depths of the well; his breathing was so slow as to be non-existent, when he blinked, it was like a long night's sleep, and when his eyes opened, nothing had changed; he still sat here in this courtyard, feeling like a bonehead, when suddenly with a zzzzzippppp and a flurry of movement and the sounds of three voices being jammed together and he had caught up with the conversation – no-one seemed aware of his time-lag except himself, and he heard Doubleday asking if they liked Indians? "we've got a nice wee restaurant in the town, well, when I say 'Indian' the chef is actually an Irish-Parthian-Indian, name of Achilles Guru Khrishnan Murphy, does a great line in Curries – ever had Irish Stew Vindaloo?" and Connor found his head shaking along with Alec's, though he had no idea what Doubleday was blethering about, but thought it best to pretend, then MacFarlane said he would deem it an honour if the two would dine with him and Danny, and Alec said that he would love it, he hadn't had real Indian food since he had been in Kashmir in 1933 which caused great laughter and Danny quipped, "well, I hope you told them you had your first in Dungannon in 1793!" and even Connor was able to laugh at that, but Alec looked closely at him and asked if he was feeling well, and Connor replied: "to be truthful, no, not really: something's wrong, everything seems to slow down and then speed up like Charlie Chaplin, it's making me a bit dizzy," and Paddy said: "it's the Tube, sometimes it does that – like a deep sea diver getting the bends; you can feel fine for a day or so and them everything goes skew-wiff, it's because travelling backwards in time goes in a reverse spiral and the particular one from Melrose to here is also exosolar – it loops round the Milky Way and then swoops back and around itself: if you keep your eyes open, sometimes you can see yourself before or after the loop, and sometimes I've even bumped into myself, it's no wonder if you feel a bit space-sick!" so he produced a bottle of the Special Potcheen and poured a generous measure for Connor who knocked it back and gave himself a shake: "oh, that's lovely stuff, best I've ever tasted!"