"I mean, that's kind of what the Inn is, the advice you get is just a really mixed bag." Leaning back enough in his chair to start to tip it on its legs, he tries to remember his first night and the days that followed.

The list in his head is an unhelpful didn't freeze to death, Mark saw me in my underwear; at least we have hot water; Ravi's bedside manners match his usual patients, but he taps his pencil against the table's edge and thinks instead, what would he have wanted to know?

"Usually when I meet someone at the fountain," he thinks aloud, "I try to get them dry and fed before anything else. So, obviously the basics of where to get a meal and where to sleep the first night, but what about after that? How soon are we supposed to show them the wall of crazy on the blackboard?"