"You going to eat those?" Goner asked of Max. He was pointing at the plate, since he had already wolfed down his hamburger deluxe. His stomach needed to be satisfied.
Max slid over his plate and said, "It's yours."
Max wasn't really that hungry. Just a few fries and that was all he needed to fuel up on. He took the cigarette from the ashtray; it was close to the filter.
Goner attacked the fries on the plate with a fork. He was hungry and he hadn't had a decent meal in days. Max took a long puff from the cigarette and then butted it out in the ashtray.
Angst returned from the washroom and slid in beside Goner. "What's the plan?" she asked.
"I really don't know as of yet," Max replied.
"You think this storm is over?" Angst questioned. They had gone through several shifts in realities in the span of a few hours.
"I really don't know," Max answered honestly.
"I hope that the other team is fine," Angst said. She glanced out the window. The night beckoned to her like an old lover.
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