Story: On Halloween I came home to an empty house. Empty house, empty fridge. I was hungry, and I should have known better than to go home without picking up something to eat. I knew there wasnít anything to eat at home, but I had this blind faith that my aunt had made me something. She often makes me something without telling me. But, I was right, so I went to a local pizza joint and bought myself a lasagna. It wasnít super, but itís warmth hit the stop on a cold night. The pizza joint was empty, but they were busy. Looks like a lot of people were ordering hot food on a cold night. The decor was neat, and I liked the play of the neon on the empty room.