This is not LH yet. Petaluma, California. Time unknown.
It wasn't New Year's Eve yet, though the calendar said it was December. The bunch of them had stopped StorySkipping for long enough to take note of the time of year. Winter. Christmastime? There was no snow here like they were used to in Lakeside Heights, but just a chill and early, darkened nights, and the overwhelming pressure of holiday cheer with none of the stress of celebration. None of them expected to be here long enough to need to buy presents.
Carly arrived that evening and April's bar was full of the usual suspects, apart from one. "Is Kyle here? He told me to meet him here."
"Yeah, he's here," April said, pausing her pour for a second to look around. "Somewhere."
"There's a football game in the other room," Carly said. "He's probably comatose."