You find yourself wandering through a small Southern town, surrounded by brick buildings housing antique shops, restaurants, and the like. The streets are quiet aside from the occasional 1980s pickup truck passing by. After a long walk down a cobbled sidewalk, you arrive at the door of a little cafe. The air around you is humid, tinged with the scent of the nearby river. The cafe seems as good a place as any to escape the mugginess...

Inside, you find a room filled with a few sets of wooden tables and chairs, a comfortable-looking tan couch and recliner, and a bookshelf overflowing with books. A couple sit on the couch with a coffee-table book, discussing some photo within, and a person types away at their laptop on one of the tables; these are the only other patrons. The exposed-brick walls bear large prints of historical paintings. In the corner sits a CD player, which softly plays an acoustic song from one of the many CDs stacked beside it.