Looking for your long lost brother is lonely work. And thirsty work. One day Barci decided that he needed to gather together a few of the troops for a strategy meeting. And what better place for a strategy meeting than the White Cross?
It was a highly successful event, and Barci left knowing that he had been given some good leads to track down his brother.
Unfortunately on the way home he realized that he could not remember what they were. In fact he wasn't even sure exactly where he was, or what he was doing sitting on a park bench in the middle of the night. Perhaps that last pint was a mistake.
Through some miracle he not only made it home that night, but avoided the kebab store and awoke the next morning feeling only terrible.
Racking his brains as he could he desperately tried to remember what happened last night. Who was that girl? Did he get her number? Why would anyone care if she drank pints? Oh yeah, and some stuff about his brother.
Canada! Yeah, that was where he is, he distinctly remember someone saying that his brother was in Canada. Or should be in Canada, or something.
Off he went. Although on the flight over, his hungover state nagged at him. Why would his brother go to Canada. Why would anyone go to Canada? If it was that good why was the only person he knew from Canada, FROM Canada, not still there. And why would you trust anyone with no hair?
Still, it was worth a try. No joy though, but at least he had some time for shopping in New York on the way back. Surely his brother could not resist the big apple.
Apparently he could.