Lots of holes scattered in there, and some of them will probably never get filled. After all, who wants to read about someone bored, distracted, and wanting to be somewhere else? But other holes are necessary, and I simply couldn't go back there tonight with Ray demanding that I work a different segment of the story. I am thinking perhaps this one will be written in big pieces that get fitted together later. Never quite done it that way before.
And now, to sleep.
