"Harmi, I'll be right back." The blond limped out the door, noticing the shadows beginning to fade as daylight broke, and gently grabbed the arm of the autoharp player before he could tuck himself away. "This way." She pulled him through the door and and reached for the coffee pot.

"You don't have to write a word. Just keep on there in the center of the alley, demonstrating how to calmly stay centered when you are surrounded by people shouting 'STOP MAKING SENSE!'" And don't forget, you are scheduled to teach a yoga class at 10:00.