Pizza Parlor: Pippin and Kratos
Kratos had been asleep too, though no events had past to match those described by some of the others in the Rec Center. His son had been there, waiting for him to wake, and the boy's concern had also concerned Kratos. He felt vaguely guilty about it, as if he had left the boy on purpose, but of course, had not troubled himself to say so. The boy had gone back to school in the Capital, as was his habit on Sunday evenings, so he would be there in the morning.
He went to see the red-haired girl at the pizza parlor because he wished to know more about the unnatural thing that had put him to sleep. He did not wish to talk, but sometimes these things could not be avoided.
It wasn't long before Kratos' big shadow darkened the Parlor's window, blotting out the patterns from the logo on the window until he went around the corner and pushed through the door. He ducked when he went through, because he always ducked when he went through doors. Everyone present noticed when he came in, because it was impossible not to; he was just that big.
At the counter he pointed out the large meat filled flatbread the boy had ordered the last time they had come here, and then he found a chair at the red-haired girl's table. One had to situate around his knees. Then he stared at her expectantly.