Reid sits at the coffee shop that he has found himself frequenting more and more recently. He didn't intend to get into this sort of a patter but here he is, sitting and watching the window, patiently waiting, as if he were expecting someone to show up.

And he is.

Striking up a friendship with Thomas has been an easy thing and really? He actually looked forward to the mornings when they would be able to catch each other, and it's with that in mind that he was so easily pulled into the shop today.

Besides, it's been a while since they've talked, maybe somethingg interesting's come up.

There is a young man in a coffee shop nursing a cup of what only a few would call coffee while others would proclaim it to be a cup of sugar with a bit of coffee in there somewhere. It suits him though, and he continues drinking, eyes falling shut as he does so, if only for a brief moment.

It's late in the day, the sun is setting and he's putting off going home. He's got nothing to do there, not really. Of course he could go and read or watch TV or any other mundane task that struck his fancy but he just didn't feel like walking into an empty apartment that day.

Maybe Reid would pick up a fish on his way home. That could be fun. There were over fifty varieties of Betta fish, he could invest in one of those.

Or maybe not.

He takes another sip of his coffee and opens his eyes again, wondering if perhaps, he might see someone he knows.

It's strange to not be in the TARDIS, to not be sitting in her study or laying around in his room there. Not even in the kitchen, grabbing whatever might be laying around and walking thorough the halls, just exploring for a while.

No, he's sitting on the floor of the Inn, eating a muffin and looking over a file that he'd not touched in a while. It's a file on one Tobias Henkel and is filled with notes that he'd written when he'd first come into the Inn.

It was how he dealt with it in the beginning, dissecting the man, studying him until he could find out nothing else. Now when he looks over the notes, he wonders how much of it is unbiased, how much of what he remembers is clear and true and how much was clouded by everything that had happebed.

He shuts the file and puts his muffin on top. He doesn't think he's hungry anymore.