The park, Wednesday afternoon

[what_the_shock]

So, it was Day of the Dead. Not that Miguel had ever been very religious, and not that he had anyone whose grave he wanted to visit anyway, but being stuck away from home had made him homesick enough to make some pan de muerto.

He left some for his roommates, and then took the rest of it out to the park to feed the ducks. They were probably even less religious than he was, and he doubted any of them had been further south than Maryland, but hey - you celebrate your holidays your way.

Meanwhile, Miguel was sitting pensively on a bench, feeding sweet bread to the ducks and thinking.