Shane woke up early the next morning and decided he was going to do something. Opening his phone he found 16 missed calls and 46 text messages. Rolling his eyes he tossed the phone onto the bed carelessly on his way to the washroom.

After getting ready Shane felt well enough to face the world but he had nowhere to go. He decided to start with breakfast; it was around 9am so the restaurant he had eaten at the other day would probably be open. Putting his phone in his pocket he made a mental note to drive out of this town a couple hours to get money from a bank machine.

Shane pulled up the hood of his sweater and slid on his favourite pair of sunglasses to conceal his identity before making his way out of the hotel and onto the street. When Shane got outside he rubbed his eyes under his shades and looked around, there were people everywhere. The fact that there were people everywhere didn't surprise Shane that much, after all he had lived in the city for a while, it was the fact that people were stopping at random to talk to each other and everybody seemed happy. Maybe being on his own for the past few days and being locked in his hotel room all day yesterday had made him forget people could be so happy. Why were people so happy? There were so many problems with their world and they just lived through their normal lives completely oblivious. Shane kicked a stone angrily while he walked the watched the way in tumbled along the uneven sidewalk. Maybe happy people were oblivious; maybe unawareness was the key to happiness. Shane wondered briefly if he was ever going to be like that but shook the thought away and went back to kicking his rock.

Shane opened the door to the restaurant and heard the resulting chime ring around the store. He picked up a newspaper to read while he ate since he was going to have to sit alone. He looked around the tiny restaurant and was slightly amazed at the fact that it was almost full even though the restaurant was in a quieter part of town. Shane hated small restaurants like this, they were to personnel, he liked being in a huge dining room with hundreds of people around him so nobody would pay attention to him - although that hadn't been able to happen since he had become famous. In small restaurants like this he felt like he was some stranger intruding in a private home and like he was out of place.

Shane looked ahead to see someone a girl standing in front of him with a raised eyebrow looking quite annoyed. She had brown hair and eyes, was a couple inches shorter than him and was quite attractive. He wondered briefly why she was still staring at him and realized that she had probably asked a question. He decided yes was a safe answer so decided to say that. All these thoughts ran through Shane's head in a couple of seconds.

"Yes." The waitress gestured impatiently for him to follow and she led him to the same booth he had sat in yesterday. She promptly dropped a menu on his table and walked away. Shane ignored her behavior classifying it as a bitchy waiter and opened the newspaper.

Shane turned to the entertainment section and looked for anything relating to him; seeing nothing he got bored and decided to people watch from behind the paper instead. Looking around the restaurant he spotted a family with a little girl laughing at something the girl had said, an elderly couple smiling at each other, three ladies chatting furiously over the table and the waitress talking over the counter to someone he couldn't see.

He watched as the waitress grabbed an ice cream and brought it over to the little girl with a smile, they were only two tables away so he could hear their voices.

"Here ya go sweetie," said the waitress placing the ice cream down to a huge thank you from the girl before turning to the parents, "Would you like anything else Mr and Mrs Peters?"

"No thank you Mitchie, this is great" replied a friendly looking Mrs Peters. The waitress went to the next table and checked with the elderly couple before making her way towards Shane. He quickly scanned the menu and chose something.

"An english muffin and a coffee. Black." He said and he watched as the waitress clenched her fists and turned to walk over to the counter. He smirked a little amused at how easily the happy go-lucky waitress could get pissed off.

The waitress went to the door with a doggy bag and a coffee in her hand and he wondered briefly if she was going to kick him out - it wouldn't be the first time he was kicked out of a restaurant. He was reassured when a man came to the door and she spoke to him.

"Here you go Ralf," The waitress said hanging over the coffee and the bag. The man, Ralph, smiled revealing crow's feet at the sides of his eyes when he looked in the bag.

"Blueberry and Raspberry?" he questioned looking up.

"Blueberry and Raspberry." Confirmed the waitress with her ever present smile, "Have a nice time at work, save some animals for me?"

"Will do Mitchie, a veterinarian's work is never done." He winked before handing her a bill.

"Okay I'll be right back with your change-" The man silenced her by raising a hand,

"Keep the change Mitchie and do me a favor and tell the chef he did an excellent job."

Ralph cupped his hand over his mouth for the last part to shout back in the kitchen. From the kitchen there was laughing and a booming voice in answer,

"Kiss ass!"