It is morning. A Woman enters a large cafeteria style eatery, approaches counter, places order. Order: Egg, cheese, and bacon sandwich. Minutes later the Woman is called to the counter where a person holds her wrapped sandwich. The counterperson appears drunk and/or high. The Woman is known among her friends for appearing as a sort of homing beacon for strangers with substance abuse/mental stability issues. The counterperson is speaking. Only decipherable word: Bacon. Woman, already regretting walking through the door, accepts sandwich, pays at register, leaves.
Back at desk the Woman unwraps the sandwich. Sandwich: 15 pieces of bacon smothering an egg and a slice of processed cheese, all confined between two sides of a broken, struggling English muffin.
Woman leaves sandwich in deserted corner of building courtyard, for the cats.