It sounds bigger
"Ian?"
A huge container ship was moving along the river. Anyone with binoculars would have noticed that through a porthole you could see a man in his forties with a particular rock star look who was dozing in an armchair.
"Ian, wake up. We're almost there"
The man opened his eyes with a start, finding himself in front of the face of a young woman with blond hair. "Uh, yeah. Thanks Sarah" he said standing up. "We should wake up the others..."
"You were the only one absent. The others are already on the deck of the ship" Sarah answered jokingly. "Roland told me, and here I quote his words, 'if he's not dead bring him here'. So come now"
"Who knows why it doesn't surprise me at all" Ian grumbled standing up. His 'old' bones ached from the sudden movement.