“I’m guessing you aren’t here because you went on to have an illustrious acting career and are now headed to the jungles of Bolivia to research your next part.”

“That would be correct.” He paused, then said, “I’m a professor of anthropology, specializing in the Inca Empire.”

“You look a little young to be a professor.” It might have mostly been his stupid shirt, but I’d put him in his mid to late twenties.

“I’m thirty-two. And to be accurate, I’m an assistant professor. I’m going into my second year.”

I nodded, then asked, “Incas? That’s Indians, right?”

“Yes, Amerindians.”

“So this expedition you guys are going on, it’s to find the lost city of the Incas?”

“Yeah, it’s called Paititi. Theoretically, it’s the Incas’ last refuge after the Spanish nearly wiped them out.”

“Do you speak Spanish?”

“I do. Quechua as well.”

“What’s Quechua?” I asked, pronouncing it as he had: ketch-wah.

“It’s the language the Incas spoke. A lot of rural Peruvians still speak it. Mostly in the Andean region.”

The color had started to come back to Andy’s cheeks, and his grip had loosened on the armrests. It must be my calming demeanor. Or more likely, it was whatever was in the pill-bottle-shaped lump in Andy’s left pants pocket.

I didn’t know how much longer Andy would have his wits about him, and I asked, “So, Roth, he’s leading this expedition?”

“Yeah, he’s a pretty famous documentarian. It’s his rodeo.”

I wanted to tell Andy that after my limited interaction with Jonathan Roth, I had slotted him in at #4 on my Most Loathsome People list. He was right behind #3, Stephen Baldwin; #2, Unknown Frenchman who continually puts his yoga mat way, way too close to mine; and #1, Turd Gregory (RIP). But Andy’s eyes shimmered when talking about the guy, and I didn’t want to sway his loyalties.

I thumbed over my shoulder. “And who’s Princess Jasmine?”

He got a kick out of this, smiling big and goofy. I estimated he had thirty more seconds of consciousness.

“That is, uh, that is Dr. Farah Karim. She’s an Egyptian archaeologist.”

“She’s not bad looking.”

“She’s soooooo hot,” he slurred.

I was curious that an Egyptian archaeologist was part of an expedition searching for a lost city in South America, but Andy’s eyelids had begun to sag, and I figured I only had time for one more question. “And what about the two guys who look like a wrestling duo called the ‘Rustbelters?’ ”

He mumbled, “Camer-ad cry-you.”

Camera crew.

“Gotcha. Okay, buddy, time to go night-night.”

I leaned Andy’s chair back, and it took his body with him. A minute later, he was softly snoring.