Aaron left the diner a little after three, frustrated at being overcharged for a less than delicious meal. After the attractive Italian woman left, he had nothing better to focus on than his bland fish. So unsatisfied, he was especially taken aback when the smell of his mother's sour cream apple pie that she made every Rosh Hashanah overwhelmed his senses. He followed the smell down the alley beside Deena's, half expecting to round a corner and see her pulling a steaming pie out of the oven. Instead, he saw a line of people pouring out of the back of the diner, arguing amongst one another:

"Hey, you can't just cut in line!"

"I've been here longer than you!"

"He's just lying so he can get pie before the rest of us!"

Aaron turned away from the disgruntled masses when a flash of light caught his attention. He saw a man snapping pictures at what seemed to be nothing at all. He wasn't even looking through the camera when he took the shots. Aaron caught himself staring at the strange man for longer than he intended. Still confused and a little wary, Aaron returned his attentions to the intoxicating scents of his family Rosh Hashanah celebrations. Hoping no one would notice, he slipped into the line in front of a couple who were too busy bickering with each other.

"No way, it smells just like lemon meringue pie! Do you not smell the lemons?"

"No, I don't smell lemons at all, I smell pecans! Pecan pie! What's wrong with your nose?"

Aaron breathed deeply.