Tom was tired as always. He had forgotten how it was not to be tired and overwhelmed. The walks with Yuey and Trouble which had usually relaxed him were now a march through a land that died beneath them like his own world had died. He hoped the farm would make it. They needed to find a way to raise crops. What if the supermarkets would stop restocking?
"Err... onions, yeah? Could you chop the onions?" He had wanted to make dinner. Something simple. He wasn't good at anything complicated. But a tomato sauce with pasta and a side salad - he could do that. "And garlic, yeah?"