It's early morning, and I awaken after an all-night bus ride with a bunch of people, as if on tour with a band. We've stopped at a hotel, a tall and ominous place, where I guess we're going to rest a while. Everybody is sleepily getting up and arranging themselves in rooms. Misha is among them, and seems sleepy and crabby.

There's a mini-mart there, and I go in to get a pop (for the morning caffeine), and I have to wait in line.