Next in Cole's journey into nothing

Somehow, while warmed by the daylight hitting the rooftop unabashed, Cole seems to have dozed off. He might've thought of it like a few minutes of giving in to a temporary apathy, but when he wakes up to a noticeably darker sky – and a somewhat sore back, he figures he must've wasted the entire day sleeping, which sucks. He's hit in the gut with the thought of every other thing he would've rather done than that and kicks in frustration. He looks over the guardrail below, cool air brushes his muzzle gently. He figures he might as well go down in the alleys, perhaps as far as the park.