Milliways. The gym.
Superbowl Sunday.
Her ad firm's been bloody hell all week getting ready for the commercial extravaganza, but hopefully this is the last night she has to stay late for awhile.
Still, as tired as she is, she isn't in the mood to go home just yet. She has energy she needs to burn, and while normally she'd go find Sawyer and work it out with him, she suspects distracting him from the television would be near impossible tonight (she doesn't know this for a fact, though, and maybe, just maybe she'll try her luck later).
In the meantime, she has two options:
Go walk around New York City alone. In the dark. And the cold.
Or go to Milliways and see if she can find that gym someone or another mentioned once upon a time.
She chooses option two.
The treadmill is a nice way for a pregnant woman to walk off some work-related stress.
Her ad firm's been bloody hell all week getting ready for the commercial extravaganza, but hopefully this is the last night she has to stay late for awhile.
Still, as tired as she is, she isn't in the mood to go home just yet. She has energy she needs to burn, and while normally she'd go find Sawyer and work it out with him, she suspects distracting him from the television would be near impossible tonight (she doesn't know this for a fact, though, and maybe, just maybe she'll try her luck later).
In the meantime, she has two options:
Go walk around New York City alone. In the dark. And the cold.
Or go to Milliways and see if she can find that gym someone or another mentioned once upon a time.
She chooses option two.
The treadmill is a nice way for a pregnant woman to walk off some work-related stress.