Walking down the road, Sage was on his way home after a tiring overnight shift.  Late yesterday afternoon, he'd started his marathon work effort at a local bar pulling drinks for an increasingly vocal crowd and finished it just minutes before at the local grocery score.  He was exhausted as he'd spent the last seven or so hours unpacking thousands of grocery items in a dimly lit store with virtually noone to talk to.  It was physically demanding with very little reward - even the pay was a pittance.<br/><br/>As he walked past the diner, the smell of food that wafted out the door drew his attention.  Quickly opening his wallet, he looked inside half expecting a moth or two to fly out.  None did, but the amount of money in there was likely not enough to attract them anyway.  Knowing he had food back at home started his feet moving again... at least, that is, until he realised that awaiting him at home were at least two of his roommates, all sniffling away and feeling sorry for themselves for having contracted this flu that was going round.  That very thought made all food at home lose it's appetising appeal and he spun round and walked into the diner decisively.<br/><br/>The chime of the bell as he walked through the door made him smile slightly as he looked around the nostalgic setting around him.  Looking around, he tried to pick a seat out of the way where he could sit down and not embarrass himself if he fell asleep.