With the dim light of early morning streaming in through the windows, Dale had just gotten around to switching the cafe's closed sign to 'open', and now he was sweeping the dusty tiled floor and muttering to himself. It was all a little bit too quiet for him in the mornings, the job only really picked up once people started coming in. Until then he was bored out of his skull; no one had even told him to sweep the floor, he was just too used to always having chores to do at home, and he realized he felt useless otherwise.