Buzz poured leftover coffee into a mug still lined with the caffeine grime from the night before. His mind went blank as he mindlessly wandered around the small kitchen of the apartment, moving the counter ornaments around but not putting anything in its proper place. Jeff had held a "party" the night before for some work friends. Crackers, cheese, a few glasses of wine, and more lame jokes than Buzz could have possibly bared. He was invited, being Jeff's roommate and all, but after sitting silently in the corner for an hour, he held his forehead and mumbled about a headache as he retired into his room. He read for several hours by streetlight, trying to make some headway into Hugo's The Count of Monte Cristo, in the original French, but his French was rusty and the book defeated him two chapters in.

It was not too humid or too sunny that morning, so Buzz decided to walk to the subway station ten blocks away instead of four, taking in the morning smell of the city streets. One would not describe the odor as being particularly pleasant, but for Buzz it was one of the few things in life that truly made him feel at home.