Glen limped out the restroom, his eyes still searching for the Queer. "Where did he go?" Glen wondered.

"Oh, here you are!"

"Hi" said Glen. The trolley seemed to be overflowing with cans, bottles and plastic bags.

"Got everything except that Creed CD and your medicines," sighed Maggie.

Medicines; Glen fell back into reality again. He reached into his pocket for the prescription. The prescription was more like a monthly shopping list.

Diazepam, smirked Glen. 3 different drugs to speed up his healing, a painkiller, an antacid, one antibiotic and one multivitamin and calcium tablet.

"Diazepam," chuckled the man behind the counter and proceeded to examine the prescription carefully. Done, he went in and brought some 8 boxes with him. "Here, that'll be $ 213.60."

Glen walked into the music section of the store.

"I'm Real," cooed Jennifer Lopez and some hoarse rapper grunted to the lazy beats in the background.

He found what he wanted and was to go about pay for it when he spotted the t-shirt. 'I'm not as think as you drunk I am' it declared.

"That's a real funny tee you got yourself Glen." Maggie was to compliment him later.

It had been snowing outside. It was Glen's first snowfall this season.

"It's chilly," Maggie complained.

"Snowfall!" said Glen and felt the snowflakes on his face.