Day 56: Main Street
After extricating himself from Harvey's company, Peter found himself at an utter loss for what to do. He drifted away from the park (too cold for that), munching on his breakfast muffin and searching out some place where $15 might be useful. The coupon pack was about as helpful as it had ever been. He wandered past Pearl's Prettification Parlour, took a long look at the matching coupon, and kept on walking.
Nope.
He was having trouble deciding what to do at all, actually. With his breakfast soon gone, he wasn't in the mood for food. That cut out the restaurants. And the grocer. And he didn't particularly like the idea of staying outside. Not just for the cold, but...memories took longer to fade than he'd like. Injured as he was and paranoid as ever, Peter could almost feel the rotten bodies pressing in from every side. And Harry had been right over there.
Peter paused, staring at the pristine walls and streets covered in snow. It had only been two weeks. Shouldn't there still be some sign that it happened at all?
Standing around digging at old wounds would help no one today. He had money, and he should make use of it. Yet the rest of the fare in Doyleton was a little kitschy for his liking, so he kept on walking, hoping to strike gold or have miraculously missed a store on his last few trips in. In the span of ten minutes, he'd already hit the other side of town.
What was this magic. How could anyone survive in a hamlet like this? They didn't even have a proper hot dog stand. Were really those so hard to get? God, he missed New York. If Peter had fifteen dollars and was in New York right now, that money would have vanished lickety split. Here, the pickings were so slim he was actually contemplating screwing it all and buying himself a pack of Cheetos and a coke. If they even sold that.
Maybe he'd overlooked something. Didn't think a possibility through. Peter turned right around and started trekking back the way he came, scanning each shop front with great care and quietly wondering if they could ever take a field trip to somewhere worthwhile.
[FOR SAKURA HARUNO.]
Nope.
He was having trouble deciding what to do at all, actually. With his breakfast soon gone, he wasn't in the mood for food. That cut out the restaurants. And the grocer. And he didn't particularly like the idea of staying outside. Not just for the cold, but...memories took longer to fade than he'd like. Injured as he was and paranoid as ever, Peter could almost feel the rotten bodies pressing in from every side. And Harry had been right over there.
Peter paused, staring at the pristine walls and streets covered in snow. It had only been two weeks. Shouldn't there still be some sign that it happened at all?
Standing around digging at old wounds would help no one today. He had money, and he should make use of it. Yet the rest of the fare in Doyleton was a little kitschy for his liking, so he kept on walking, hoping to strike gold or have miraculously missed a store on his last few trips in. In the span of ten minutes, he'd already hit the other side of town.
What was this magic. How could anyone survive in a hamlet like this? They didn't even have a proper hot dog stand. Were really those so hard to get? God, he missed New York. If Peter had fifteen dollars and was in New York right now, that money would have vanished lickety split. Here, the pickings were so slim he was actually contemplating screwing it all and buying himself a pack of Cheetos and a coke. If they even sold that.
Maybe he'd overlooked something. Didn't think a possibility through. Peter turned right around and started trekking back the way he came, scanning each shop front with great care and quietly wondering if they could ever take a field trip to somewhere worthwhile.
[FOR SAKURA HARUNO.]