Rory awoke almost too suddenly that he fell off the stool. After a moment, and the dizziness withdrew, He saw Flint standing their with a coke in hand and newspaper and cash on the counter. "Number 2 and these" The phrase had come back to him as what had woken him up in the first place. He managed to throw an embarrassed smile. "Sorry about that Flint." He said taking the money and pulling out the change. "Still can't get used to mornings it seems." He said back to Flint, though it was a more of a commentary to himself. He finished handing the change to flint and yawned as if it was trying to escape from his body.

He knew this town wasn't the most exciting anymore, or maybe he just didn't know where to look, but He needed a change of pace soon, because lately even he noticed his life was becoming too routine. After seeing Flint come in a few times wrapped in a lumberjacks outfit and smelling of pine and other earthly smells, sometimes he couldn't help but wonder what that felt like, cutting down a tree, being away from buildings and people for a time. //he never dwelled on that thought very much but it seemed to be harder to push out these days, as did most exciting things in other people's lives. That's when it hit him. He didn't really have any friends, or anyone he really cared about.