[translation - "Again, with feeling!"]


"Ach, deze stad, belemmert de verbeelding." Piet grumbled from the safety of his own hotel room. He was complaining about Mineral Town and how it "stifled his imagination." He picked himself up off of the lumpy bed and sauntered over to the minibar, knowing that he couldn't possibly afford any of the expensive wines there, ignored that fact, and grabbed one anyways. He popped the cork off expertly - scary expertly - and took a swig.

"Ah," he said, feeling a little better. Wine made his thoughts flow better. "I'm tired," he complained to the wall. Usually upbeat, Piet allowed himself to be grumpy and whiny when he was alone. It was rare that he showed negativity around others. "What is there to do in this klein stadje for fun? Polish shoes? Shear lambs? Ech," he shook his head. He flopped back on his bed, dejected and waiting for something interesting to happen.

It was unlikely, considering he was alone in his room.

It wasn't often that Dylan visited the inn anymore, but she wanted to see the few friends she had that lived there. They had so much to catch up on, she didn't know if anyone of them knew that she was engaged. For awhile she lived here herself and now it was like a trip down memory lane. The local girl Ann was always up to something and Cliff was out working, just like the past. Things seemed to barely change from the time that she got her own home to stay it.