"Rueben, iced tea with lemon, and humus" replied Walt.
"Coming right up" said Doc who turned and headed behind the bar giving the ticket to Sam the short order cook on the other side of the pass through.

As he made his way through lunch Walt was thankful there were no interuptions. He'd had precious little "self" time recently. Even his subconscieous was crowded with weird dreams like the one this morning. Walt finished his rueben and headed back toward's the lab. As he made his way between the old Florida hotel and one of the ubiquitous state buildings he listened to the staccato strikes of the jack hammer balde on concrete. The side walk was being replaced after nearly 80 years of service with a new wider, wheel chair accessible side walk. Walt contemplated the necessity of replacing the whole walk and not just the termini at each end of the block as the jack hammer droned on in the background.