Being kicked out already? Tom tried to hide his relief - thank god he wasn't getting dance lessons off the bat - as he rose to his feet and started to walk alongside him. "Sounds good to me," He nodded. What could he do in ten minutes? Snag a trade from the library and read it twice? (Once a comic book nerd, always a comic book nerd, it seemed.)

"I'm actually good concerning the smokes," Tom grinned, pumping his fist. "Doc put me on nicotine gum, so I've been trying that... on and off." What he meant was, 'it worked on the days he remembered he had it.'