The thing Caroline missed most about college was having a meal plan. She hadn't appreciated it at the time but she realized now how convenient is was, having meals made for her, dirty dishes taken away when she was done. Now she had to squeeze in grocery shopping before work, waiting for the sun to go down enough so she could venture out.

Naturally, she had a thoroughly planned grocery list, organized by aisle. She stuck to it too, no impulse purchases for her. Finally, she reached the last item on the list: a bottle of Merlot to enjoy on her next night off. But there was an obstacle in her way - a man stood in the booze section and Caroline wasn't sure if she wanted to get any closer to him. She may be dead but he looked it. Vaguely, she wondered if he'd even have any blood for her to drink, were she so inclined.

The man was, of course, between her and the wine. After a brief pause, she decided screw it and walked toward him. "Excuse me," she said, "you're in my way."