As the Walkers woke up and grumpily got ready for another long day of work, people were already busily walking about in the streets and the Sun was already shining high and bright over the beautiful, majestic mountains…known as the Alps, which were a few time zones ahead of the Walkers (Well, more like 7 time zones…it was just 0330 back in dark Central Texas!!!).

Daemon stared curiously at a noisy coffeemaker which had caught his attention (perhaps wondering if the drink would be strong enough for the day…), and grumbled as it poured all five shots of espresso straight onto the counter since there was no cup underneath to catch the dark drink.  Daemon hissed disappointedly and walked away, unamused (seven shots, definitely better make it seven…).

As they convened at the meeting point, they realized that there was no one there to give them further instructions.  Before they could take matters into their own hands, a great idea appeared before them (well, more like drifted into sight…) as a hapless Tumbleweed tumbled right past them, completely confused as to where it needed to go and rolled around uselessnessly (or to put it simply, without a hint of uselessnesslessness…) before fading into the darkness.  With that great inspiration, they proceeded to do what they did best and, without any further hesitation, they began walking around aimlessly (or as it was professionally known: “milling about”…).

As most of the Walkers continued their newly found activity, a few others had their own form of distraction.  Rachel, a professional Walker, glared at the Wardrobe department who was telling her that her clothes were not authentic enough to be a corpse and she growled a few angry words (well, gurgling sounds…) that were too incomprehensible to be understood (although, all the Cheezy Poofs in her mouth may have contributed a bit to that…) before getting distracted by a crewmember that walked past carrying a plate of ketchup covered eggs.

Arlene, another Walker, had her own troubles as Hair insisted that ponytails were NOT a popular trend for Walkers nowadays.  In a fit, she decided that it wasn’t worth arguing (since they couldn’t understand her anyways…) and stepped away, milled around momentarily, before losing interest, falling into a swaying back and forth motion and dozing off.

Nevada, oddly enough, had found an item at a table and kept observing it.  He seemed unsure whether it was worth picking up and trying to read it, but knew it wasn’t worth trying to read in the first place.  Though he REALLY wanted to read it, but he knew he couldn’t read the book, which made him even more curious what the book was about (it was definitely Catch-22…).

Erin, a younger member of the group with a strange headband that made her look like she had mouse ears, seemed unnoticeably in a happy mood (or whatever passes for happy when you’re a Walker…) as she moved with a bounce to her steps that made her seem slightly more Undeadish than the rest of her colleagues (not really, but she believed she did…). 

Daemon approached the coffee table and watched intently as Danny tried to pick up a coffee cup that had a sticker which read #WHEREISHEATHER and wondered if Danny would finally succeed in getting a sip.  The answer, in fact, turned out to be a resounding NO as Danny’s arm detached from his shoulder (again…) and fell to the ground with the delicious hot beverage. They both stared at the coffee puddle, then at each other briefly before walking away in opposite directions, disappointed. Danny grumbled something (but what Danny really meant to say was…well it didn’t matter since no one was around to hear him…). As Daemon walked away, the ketchup-covered-eggs-plate-carrying crewmember bumped past him and Daemon decided it was too enticing to ignore (ketchup eggs? yes, please…).

Suddenly, a loud female voice caught everyone’s attention and announced it was time for check-in. Daemon and Rachel halted their pursuit of the ketchup-covered scrambled eggs, Arlene woke up from her snooze, and Nevada lost his focus on the book (even the Tumbleweed stopped tumbleweeding…).  Slowly, they all proceeded to form a semblance of a line to check in and growled and hissed as they were all beaten there by a confused, but nonetheless partially quicker, Tumbleweed.

(This was definitely going to be a long day on set…)