By the time they made it to the VIP deck and passed the security guards posted at the elevator it was nearing midnight, the party was different on the more prestigious deck, it was contained. People were casually talking and lounging around in fine suits and silk dresses looking as if they were all worth a million bucks.
Unfortunately the carpet in this lounge gave Joe an awful sense of dread, the gold carpet in the room with white pillars, he still saw his vision as clear as day. Then he remembered the grim man who brushed passed him before this vision, he remembered his bald head, grey beard and the crucified Jesus tattooed on the back of his neck.