The door flies open and gasping two men stumble in.  Smoke
rises from their heavy winter jackets, smelling vaguely of
metal, and gasoline, and spilled coffee.  Behind them is a
dark, wintery alleyway.  Gunfire echoes in the night.

The man in the lead turns and quickly slams the door shut,
his movements somewhat hampered by his efforts to support
his swaying companion. Turning quickly round again, he
warily scans the room, and his jaw drops.

"My God, it's the Pub!"

It's Jay.  He's wearing a short blue down jacket, a black
cap, jeans, and a surprised expression.

"It's okay," he breathes. "We're safe - I think we're safe."

Carefully he eases his companion over to a chair. The other
man, wearing a long coat, multicolored scarf and floppy hat,
settles wearily into the seat. The floppy hat falls off, and
a crown of curly brown hair is exposed. Curly hair, big blue
eyes, and angelic face comprise oddly familiar features ...
it's ... Frodo?!  

The collasped stranger has the face of Frodo from the movies
 "The Lord of the Rings."

Why Frodo should be carrying a shotgun and an oversized PDA
is not apparent.

-Jay and Friend
 Mind if we smoke?