She was wondering whether the overwhelming darkness that seemed to be consuming her was grief, loneliness, fear, or regret. Two days ago she was putting her son six feet under, yesterday she was listening to every Officer she managed to get two seconds with tell her how she wasn’t the only one, how busy they were now, how she just had to WAIT. Now, she was stuck inside the game that killed him. She didn’t even know how to play video games, and the tutorial was-- well, she guessed it gave her some idea of what was going on. Enough, at least, to get her into this inn place. She didn’t know how to really go about getting a drink, or if she even needed to drink. Did things... Taste? In here? Bewildered and overwhelmed, she sat at an empty table and she sat there for a long, long time until someone came across. She assumed they probably just wanted the spare stool; the place had got busy since she’d first sat down. “You can take it,” she jumped the gun, following assumption. “I’m solo.”. Shit, was it wise to annouce that out loud? Could people rob her? Kill her? Fuck-- what was she doing?