Troy hadn't been sleeping. At all. In fact, he'd argue that he was rather happy with the fact because sleep often ended with him waking up with a bit of a start because of the passing dreams; sure, there was a portion of the country that would absolutely love the idea of living an exploratory life as an alien traveling from world to world, universe to universe, never truly aging, and having all of time at your fingertips. Yet, there was so much loss and death and loneliness in those dreams. So much terror, that Troy found it an impossible task to hold onto.
It was odd, dreams that had such a profound effect on him that it actually felt as if he were living that life when he slept, and another when he was wide awake.
So today he'd decided to go for a long walk, enough so that he could tire himself out enough that he'd potentially sleep without dreaming. Or, at the very least, sleep deep enough that he wouldn't wake up from the dreams; not to mention, some food and coffee would go a long way in keeping his energy up. Which he needed while he was awake. It really was a battle of strategic chemical balancing, and it was likely going to backfire in some horrible way.
That said, popping into the cafe had seemed a good idea for the man in long green greatcoat, black trousers, and black button up shirt, but considering there was threat of rain on the horizon, many were pushed inside and to the idea of warm food and shelter.
Hearing the grumbling behind him, Troy glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, "Threat of rain, I hear. Californians not as used to the rains as the Londoners I'm thinking, have to get out of the elements that aren't sunny and bright I figure."