Mae sat in the diner, slowly eating her lukewarm scrambled eggs and bacon. She’d ordered the smallest thing she could think of, just to have the excuse that she had eaten today. The bacon wasn’t even cooked the way she requested it, but she was too tired to correct the cook.

Turkey bacon was alright, but she wished it’d crisped up-GAH. Look at her, worrying about food again. Food was just food, Mae. Remember that.