The first rush had arrived in the meal hall, and he had to wait a few minutes before receiving a stack of hotcakes, scrambled eggs, and ham. If anything on this trip had exceeded expectations, it was the food. Rob poured himself some coffee from a great big, heated drum with a spout at the bottom and found a solitary table at the corner of the room. He took a few cautious sips while perusing the archives of the Casper Star-Tribune website on his phone. He could not find the Nico editorials, so he sent an email to the editor in hopes that he could get a PDF. He took a few bites of egg and stared into space, wondering why this Nico character would re-emerge years later and how he would know to reach out. How was he or she even aware that I’m here or which room is mine? he wondered.
Rob was
