[They lead, with some weaving, towards the grocery store. It's pretty clear from the slight zig-zag of the trail that he's either drunk or just damn tired.
Once in the store, tracks of small puddles of melted snow will lead to the soup aisle. Where Gambit is staring blankly at cans of soup.
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Once in the store, tracks of small puddles of melted snow will lead to the soup aisle. Where Gambit is staring blankly at cans of soup.
The lights are on, but nobody is really home.]