The television plays a rerun of a concert she and Yongsun had gone to weeks ago. Everything else is music shows, family sitcoms, made-for-TV movies, and news. Nothing good. Not good enough to distract her, anyway, but anything is better than the silence of the hotel room.

Maybe she’ll take another nap. But then she won’t sleep well during the night, and it’s hard enough falling asleep as it is. The bed feels too big and empty, even with pillows stuffed under the covers.

Her stomach growls, a louder rumble than the gurgling she’s been trying to keep at bay with snacks. There’s no reason to not go out and explore a little, get some food. Yongsun will let her know when her plane’s in, anyway, and there is nothing else to occupy her time. May as well spend a few hours out and about.

She almost regrets it upon returning. The summer heat beat down unforgivingly the entire afternoon. The clouds did little to offer a break.

But she ate some delicious food and met a few adorable cats. Her camera roll is full of fun photos. It wasn’t a wasted day.

There’s still no message from Yongsun.