Checking out the town had taken less than an hour. That's what happened when your small town was at the end of a peninsula, surrounded by water on one side and a glacier on the other. The only road out was the way they'd drive in, and there weren't roads going off into the countryside due to the glacier. Basically, the town included a few small side streets, all roads leading to water, and less than an hour after they'd started, they'd seen just about everything there was to see. It was, after all, still winter too, so there wasn't a lot open or to do.

Sharon and Andy ended up in a very small local coffee shop, which was actually bustling with activity. By the looks of things, many were local workmen, in to get a cup of coffee in the middle of the morning to take a bite off the cold weather. Andy, who was trying to snap out of his state, offered to order them both coffee while Sharon found a place to sit. She scanned the locals, offering small smiles, while she waited on Andy. She studied him there at the counter, somewhat broken, yet determined as well. He didn't have his weapon on him like he might if he was at work, but he had his hand in the place on his hip like he did, an almost instinctive reaction. She didn't realize she had been staring at him until he glanced at her and locked eyes with her. She gave him a small smile, one he returned, and she quickly looked down and away. She glanced at her phone there on the table, not interested in what was on it, but merely as a way to pull her attention away from him.

"At least the coffee is hot and should warm us up," Andy said, appearing there at the table. He handed Sharon her cup; she'd snapped her head up to look at him, and she accepted it while he sat down across from her.

As soon as he sat, she found her hands reaching for his across the table, squeezing them in reassurance, "We'll rest up a little and head back later."

Andy gestured around them, "I look around here, locking eyes with anyone I see, possibly wondering if I'll recognize her-Michelle or even Sarah. I mean, yeah, it's crazy. I don't know anything about Sarah, but it's somewhat haunting thinking that I could lock eyes with someone and find my own eyes even staring back at me. Sorry," he waved, "I know it's stupid."

"It's not," she said as she realized her hands were still on his. She squeezed them again, "I'm glad to be here with you."

"I am too," he explained. "I was thinking about that while in line, the idea of doing this alone. I know I wouldn't be doing this, wouldn't be here. I'm sorry that my mind is jumbled, and I'm having trouble focusing. It doesn't help that I'm exhausted."

"Let's take this coffee to go then," Sharon encouraged. "I'd be lying if I tried to tell you I wasn't tired too. We should get some rest. Who know what the evening will bring? We might end up doing more work then, so best to rest now."

"Okay," he nodded as he glanced around at the locals. "There's something about this way of life," he told her. "It's simple, just so foreign to me. It's quiet here, and you really have to live off the land, know some survival skills."

"You do, but, "she gave him a small smile, "we do too, just in different ways in our line of work. Think about all you know from the job, all about living and dealing with Los Angeles. Granted, that's not a simple way of life, but there is a set of survival skills there too."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he said with a low chuckle. Sharon stood, offering her hand to him. She nodded to the door.

"Let's go and rest up some. Maybe we can eat a late lunch before we head back to the bar," she told him. Andy nodded to her and stood, reaching for, but only squeezing her hand as he did. The two started out the door, and as Sharon walked in front of him, she felt his hand on her back, gently guiding as they walked.

The short drive back to the bed and breakfast went quickly. Thankfully, Marge wasn't there, a note on the door that she was out getting groceries. That was just fine with Sharon and Andy; they both liked Marge but wanted to not explain their early return. They'd briefly discussed telling her that they had to check on a property later in the day, which wasn't far off from the truth. The two climbed to the top of the stairs, Sharon in front of Andy. When they were both there, she turned to him, the awkwardness evident, "I suppose I'll let you get some rest."

Andy nodded, his eyes looking to the floor, "Yeah, uhhh, get some rest."

"Regroup at 2:00?" Sharon asked quickly. Andy looked up at her, trying to process what she was saying.

"Oh, sure," he said. "Night," he nodded and then groaned, "I mean, enjoy your nap."

Sharon nodded and turned; Andy turned. Both walked to their rooms, across the hall from each other, and without a word, both opened their doors. Sharon closed her door. Andy closed his. Several seconds went by, and Sharon opened her door again and jumped back when she found Andy doing the same across the hall.

"Oh, I was just going to use the bathroom," Sharon said quickly. Andy met her gaze.

"Ahh, yeah, I decided to get a glass of water," he nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. Sharon dropped her head and nodded.

"I won't bother you then," she said, giving him a quick smile before she darted to the bathroom.

Andy watched, but he turned and started down the stairs. As strange as it was, the two almost ran into each other again a couple minutes later when returning to their specified rooms. Sharon threw a small wave at Andy, and he paused at his door, his hand on the knob. He cleared his throat, and Sharon, as she was shutting the door, opened it again. Andy gave her a small shrug and smile, "I'm not sure I can sleep. I want to try, but-"

"Maybe I can help?" Sharon offered quickly. She quickly gestured with her hand, "I mean, we could just try and talk. That might help you sleep."

Andy dropped his head, trying to hide a small smile, "So, you think boring me to death by talking will do the trick?"

Sharon chuckled, "Perhaps."

"I don't really want to try and nap downstairs like on that couch of hers," Andy explained.

"Oh, I wasn't thinking that either," she said, meeting his gaze. "One of our rooms perhaps?"

"We've got several hours before we head back out. I can't promise I'll be able to sleep," he said. "All your effort could be for nothing."

Sharon pursed her lips and glanced away before she looked toward him, "I'm sure we can pass the time."

Andy looked right at her, "Your room or mine?"