Tom was inside Madame Mabel's Laundromat, as he has some of his clothes getting washed, since his washer and dryer broke. He leaned on the wall, as he had glanced outside, pondering about something.

Tom shifted his weight onto his right leg, and he quietly yawned, and he glanced down at his watch on his left wrist. He gave a small stretch, as he crossed his arms.

The scenery was nice and calm, a few birds sitting on some pole lines, and some people walking around.