Britannia, NY

Andrea's wandering down main street, trying to decide whether to eat out or cook at home. She just finished up at the bakery, flour still dusting her clothes and under her fingernails. While she loves to cook, she still has unpacking to do, and she really should get to that, even if she just wants to curl up on her mattress and go to sleep.

On the other hand, she has no idea where, or even if, there's any place to eat here, aside from Cup o' Tom, but she just left there after working since nine. So, Andrea supposes that she has to cook for herself tonight, which means locating the supermarket. Or general store. Or whatever the equivalent was here in Britannia.

James is, of course, not sleeping well, which turns out to be a problem. After waking up in a cold sweat for three nights running, he decides to cut out the middleman and just not go to bed.

Which explains what he's doing signed into assorted messaging services at this hour, while he makes a half-hearted attempt at writing a paper in between fruitless Google searches. He's a multitasker.

James is ensconced in the corner of The Round Table (a nice trick if you can manage it), leafing through the D&D rulebook his mother sent for Christmas -- his interest has waned in the past year in favor of other pursuits, but she doesn't know that -- while he waits to see if Molly will show up. They were more or less agreed, on the phone, but lately Molly is skittish and distracted even with him.

The bakery wasn't here when he left for college -- another fact that has him vaguely unsettled. He keeps glancing out the window, trying to get used to the angle.