"Yeah. But." Like dogs on a leash, they could go out, but too far and they got yanked right back. And it wasn't like there was much out there to see. A mountain to climb. The beach if they came this way. Butterflies for another few months, if Coby remembered right. No other people or civilization. Nothing to do.

What Coby needed most, music, he carried with him, and it made life at the inn a little more bearable. All you can drink and a recreational supply of weed didn't hurt either. And he had friends, in or out of his bed.