You wake up, in the afternoon. You overslept again due to the new strain. You get up, getting dressed. The sun is setting, leaving a gorgeous light over the city of New York. Voldine runs in, in her usual excitement "C'mon, silly, sunset walk!" She runs out to go get ready, blasting some Madonna music. You laugh and get ready. Cane, shirt, pants, boot, jacket, extra joints, ibuprofen. You look tired as always, but it's your trademark look by now. Later, you're walking with her after grabbing snacks from the gas station, and she's babbling about her new girlfriend while stuffing cotton candy into her mouth. "She recently died her hair BRIGHT blue. She's so gorgeous! The dye stained her neck though."