We were at the Great Northern, a pub near my old flat in Carlton. I never actually went there with Joey, but in my dream we were seated inside, which is where we would’ve sat, away from the smokers. We were playing a game we’d played a thousand times in real life, where we’d run through different animals and decide on their collective gender. All sharks are boys, for instance. Whereas dolphins are girls. Cheetahs, girls. Frogs and lizards, boys. It evolved into one never-ending conversation.