On the morning of the next day, he looked out of the window blearily.  Beautiful as it was yesterday.  He wondered how often it was pure sun here, before he realised that he didn't even know what month it was here.  He got out of bed and headed downstairs, walking to Daisy's house as the closest to his, and knocking politely on the door.
	"Bow-wow, come in!"
Entering politely, he waved to the dog who now wore a different dress of a lovely light purple, while she was dusting the place a little.
	"Hi Daisy!"
	"Oh, hey James!  Didya sleep well?"
	"Oh like a baby, in fact I'm thinking of staying here really."
	"Really?!  Oh that's wonderful!"
	"Yeah hehe."
	"I bet that ol' Nook gave ya the whole plan making you his slave for a loooong time?"
	"Uhhh...yeah."
	"Hehehee, oh don't worry, he's a nice guy, if a little weird about money, but don't worry, bow-wow.  Didya want something?"
	"Yeah this...uhhh...it's kinda embarrassing but...what month is it?"
	"Heeheehee, silly dino, didya forget?"
	"Kinda, that's why I asked."
	"Well since yer so polite, it's the 6th of February.  You should get a calendar, I think Nook sells those."
	"I'd like to find out what Nook DOESN'T sell, that'd be more amazing."
	"Haha, yeah I guess.  Well...was that it?  I just gotta get with my house cleaning today."
	"Oh no no it's fine, I was just asking for that, sorry.  Uhh see ya around?"
	"Sure!  We can look for more fossils together if ya want."
	"Anytime!"
And with that he left, a warm smile coming to his lips at talking to her once again.  She had an aura about her that made James' heart swell with happiness, wondering why as he walked down over to Nook's, thinking on needing money in order to have a proper home.  As he arrived, he saw it had a sign on it saying "Back in 5 minutes".  Waiting 2 minutes later, he heard the Able Sisters' store open beside him and Nook walking out back to his own.
	"Ah James, hello!"
	"Hey Mr. Nook, was just needing to ask ya something."
	"Shoot."
	"Do you have any openings for jobs at all?"
	"Looking for money eh?  Sorry to say but I have no need of any help right now."
	"Oh...just I'd like to have a job and get money."
	"Course, but like I said, I can't, sorry."
	"Well...you know anyone else that's offering?"
	"Hmmm....not really, but you should just check with every place around and see if anyone needs any."

With a nod, he went to the Able Sisters.  Admittedly he knew nothing of fashion or sewing, which was not a great start, but he wanted to do something.  When he walked in though, he saw the two sisters talking in rather fretful tones.
	"That...that bitch-"
	"Sable, please, we don't have to deal with her-"
	"I don't care, I can't be like her and just abandon her like this!"
He decided not to ask them for a job and tried to close the door quietly but the little bell rang above the door enough for them to hear and they jumped up.
	"OH, uhhh welcome!"
	"Oh sorry it's okay I'll come back if you're busy!"
	"No no no please, it's okay, come in!"
Feeling incredibly awkward, James stepped in tenderly and walked up to Mabel, who was drying her eyes a little with her apron.
	"Wh-what do you need today sir?  I hope you still like your T-shirt."
	"Oh yeah it's very nice on me thanks.  Um...if you two are busy with something personal it's okay-"
	"Customers always come first in this shop, right Sable?"
She looked towards her older sister who was scrunching her eyes up, sitting in a chair.  She wasn't working on the sewing machine like the last time he saw her, her only reply being a silent nod.
	"See?  Now, how can I help you?"
	"Well...I was wondering if you had a job opening at all here?"
	"Oh...um..."
	"No we don't."
Sable's terse reply broke through loud and clear, as she looked at James with strong but moist eyes.
	"Oh...okay then, sorry, I was just asking."
	"It's okay.  I'm sorry."
James left the shop quietly to let the two sisters be, admittedly curious about their conversation of this "bitch" they mentioned, before remembering Tom Nook came out of their shop beforehand.  He headed over back to the raccoon for the scoop.
	"Hey Mr. Nook?"
	"Oh, have you found a job already?"
	"Not yet...I was kinda curious about those sisters next door."
	"Mabel and Sable?  What about them?"
	"They were talking about someone, some 'bitch' apparently, I was kinda curious-"
	"That is not for you to know."
The same tone that Sable used on him came from the raccoon too, which made the raptor more inquisitive.
	"Well...why not?"
	"It's none of your business, that's why."
	"But surely-"
	"James.  Don't.  Forget what you heard."
	"So you do know something?"
	"I'm their friend, and I say nothing not only as their friend, but as a businessman.  Now, if you aren't buying anything, please leave."
The change of attitude surprised James as he left wordlessly, a little miffed but understanding his silence.  Bu still, he had to wonder, who was this person they meant?  Someone in the town?  Or far away?  Whatever the case, he headed to the town hall to ask for a job application, only to find more apologies for having none and everything was just peachy.  Peachy my ass, he thought to himself as he tried the last place in the town.

Blathers was, like always, sleeping in the daytime.  Snoozing in his chair under the ticking clock, his little fits occasionally echoing throughout the hallways of the museum.  The worst twitches of actual fear were related to murmurs about bugs or ants, whimpering.  James tapped him on the shoulder as he awoke with a fright.
	"AGHNOBUGS!  Ah...ha...oh...I'm so terribly sorry sir!"
	"What the HELL man, you alright?!"
	"I-i-i yes...yes I'm fine."
	"Nightmares?"
	"Oh a most dreadful one, but I wish to forget it quickly.  How may I help?"
	"I was looking to see if you were hiring."
	"Hiring?  Oh...you want a job?"
	"Yeah, if you have any."
	"Hmmmm...an extra hand would be good.  Do you know anything of art?"
	"Uhhh no."
	"Archaeology?"
	"Barely."
	"Fish?"
	"Never even eaten one."
	"Maybe...uuugh...i-i-insects?"
	"Ahhhh no."
	"Then I can't possibly hire you, dear boy, sorry."
	"Oh come on, you need a security guard maybe or something?"
	"This town is far too peaceful for such, and we have our local guards to assist."
	"But they're way away at the gate, you want someone to PREVENT the crime in the first place right?"
	"I'm sorry, but I can't hire anyone right now."
	"Hhhhuuuuuggggh..."
in frustration James pressed his hands onto his snout, before Blathers suggested:
	"You COULD try the Roost downstairs."
	"...crap I forgot it was a bar.  Yeah that's perfect, thanks!"
With a spring in his step, he rushed downstairs to see Brewster still in the same place as always, cleaning coffee cups.  K.K. was nowhere to be seen.
	"Uhh hi there."
	"Hey."
	"Um...how's business still?"
	"Good."
	"Cool...you uh..."
The stoic attitude of the bartender always made him nervous somehow, as if he was one step from overloading.
	"You uh...looking to hire anyone?"
	"No."
	"Don't need anyone at all?"
	"Too busy."
	"How busy?"
He pointed at the sign of the roost's opening times, which gave James a bit of surprise.  Open 24 hours.
	"...on your own?  How the hell can you handle that?"
	"I can."
	"But...HOW?"
	"Uberman."
	"Uberman?"
	"Sleep schedule.  Small naps, keep me going."
	"Well that's no way to live, come on, I can help you out, I don't even ask for much money, look."  He sat on a stool and leaned over.  "I worked as a bartender okay?  I have experience, I may not know much about coffee but I damn well know about bartending."
	"Where?"
	"Back home in Chicago, I served all kinds of drinks."
	"Any coffee?"
	"No just beers, lagers, ales, wines and the odd soda."
	"How long?"
	"Eight years."
Brewster said nothing for a short while, still cleaning the coffee cups almost robotically.  One after the other, his bifocals glinting in the dull light before he asked:
	"Learn coffee.  Start tomorrow."
	"Really?"
	"Yes."
	"Oh man, thanks!  What times?"
	"12-6pm."
	"Excellent, see ya tomorrow then!"
	"Wait."

Brewster brought out a book from under the table which read in fancy chocolate-brown font "The World Of Coffee", embossed on a gorgeous red cover.
	"Research."
	"Wow...uhh okay then."
With a farewell, he took the book back to his house, happy he finally had a job.  Finally some way of getting money in this way too peaceful town!  With a hopping pace of glee he almost didn't see someone fishing in front of him.
	"Hey watch it dude!"
	"WAH!"
He almost tipped over into the water, before throwing the book onto the path to keep it dry as he fell in.  The squealing laugh of the one who was fishing accompanied the splash, which he recognised as the boar he gave a package to.
	"PFfffffft HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE you sure fell in that one hard dude!"
	"GodFUCKINGdammit!  What the hell was that about!?!?"
	"It's yer fault for not watching where you were going, almost tripped up on me and here I am fishing when you scared 'em all away with yer WAAAH."
	"Uuuurgh...now I'm wet, and this is my only pair!"
	"Oh they'll dry out man, just hang 'em out a window or something!  Is yer book okay?"
	"Shit...yeah I think so."
He got out of the river slowly and looked to see if it hadn't been damaged by water.  Other than the dust of the ground, it was okay.
	"I really really do not need to have this book wrecked today, I just got a job at Brewster's and he gave me it to learn about coffee."
	"Ooooh yer tending the bar?  Sweet brah."
	"How about you?  What do you do?"
	"Ah this is just a hobby, I love fishing.  such EXCITEMENT, SOOOOOOWEEEET!"
The pig was definitely enthusiastic about his hobby.
	"The eternal struggle of mammal and fish, earth and water, UGH it's so AWESOME!"
	"For a guy like you so...loud I didn't think you'd be the kind to fish."
	"Appearances can be deceptive dude, like you, I'd never thought you'd be a good postman."
	"Hahaha, yeah I guess."
	"Or a bartender."
	"Fair enough.  Well uhh I better go home and dry out and study..."
	"Oh, here."
The pig gave him a small handcloth to dry his hands on, before he returned it back to the fisherpig and took his book tenderly away from his soaking body.  He returned home, majorly annoyed at being wet again, and a little moreso at completely forgetting the boar's name.
	"Thanks a lot!"
	"S'alright brah!"

Finally reaching his house, James noted this was the second time he had walked in completely wet.  Frankly it was something he wished hadn't happened a second time, heading upstairs to once again undress fully.  This time though, he took the boar's advice and hung them outside the window of the bedroom since it was a sunny day.  He propped them simply from the latches of the window as a makeshift clothesline, and began reading the book completely naked.
	"The World of Coffee...by Isaac B. Ruusterberg."
With nothing else to do until his clothes dried he examined all the various kinds of coffee there were.  First the beans themselves like Java, Kenyan, Colombian, Ethiopian, Arusha, Sumatra Mandheling; Lintong, Santos, Sulawesi Toraja Kalossi and others.
Then came the beverages such as Cappuccino, Frappuccino, Cafe au lait, Mochasippi, Greek Frappe, Affogato, Macchiato, Liqueur Coffees, Kopi Susu, Ca Phe Sua Da, Iced Coffee and so on.
Over time it became interesting to him.  The book was a marvel to read about all the different countries in the world the beans grew from, but then something hit him around the time he started reading about Tanzani Peaberry.
These were all countries of Earth.
Which meant he was on Earth.  Which meant Chicago was here.  And with that, he felt an intense sense of confusion and anger.
What the hell!?  Chicago might be in this WORLD?!  Why did nobody ever hear of it then!?  Where the fuck am I!?

He wanted to march straight out back to Brewster and demand to know who wrote the book, before realising he had nothing to wear and his clothes were still a little wet.  So he sat in frustration, reading the book more, checking every single country mentioned at least twice more, as well as his clothes now and again to see if they were dry enough.
Eventually they were, and he put them on once again before deciding to march back towards the museum and to its bar.  But he didn't even get out of his front door when a knock came right about the time he swung it open.  Standing before him was Daisy.
	"Bow-WOW, you sure are quick to answer!"
Her sweet expression made his anger seep away a bit, stuck in a marching pose before pulling back and nearly stumbling.
	"OH...uhm...h-hi Daisy."
	"What's up?  You seem a li'l...worried."
	"I was...uhm about to ask someone about this book."
	"Oooh what is it?  The World of Coffee?  Didn't think you'd like it."
	"It's alright but I need it to work at Brewster's place."
	"Oh you gonna be a bartender?  Hehehe, maybe you can gimme a few cups of sweet Kenyan for free, bow-wow!"
	"Hehehe...well, I think I could easily misplace a few of them for ya."
	"Heehee, thanks, though I'd never ask that, I don't wanna get you in trouble."
	"Oh I don't mind.  So what did you want anyway?"
The distraction by Daisy made him calm down more and more.  She had this effect on him of just making him smile.  Her dress, her eyes, it all fit together so well with her beautiful white fur, and the way she wrinkled her nose just righ-
	"-uhh hello?"
	"Hmm?"
James didn't realise he'd been staring dreamily at her eyes for the past few seconds before her interruption.
	"Ahh wha?"
	"I said, can I come in and see yer place?"
	"Wha-oh OH yes my uhh place.  Well...sure but it's only got one bed."
	"Don't worry James, it's not a sleepover."
She winked at him and he let her inside, hearing her surprise at how the house literally did have only one bed in it, looking around downstairs and then upstairs.

	"Oh wow," said Daisy with sympathy, "you poor thing, you don't have anything!"
	"I did say only one bed."
	"Yeah but...awwww...well you did JUST move in but it looks so sad!  Lemme give ya something, just to spruce it up!"
	"Woah woah, I don't need anything really, once I get this job I can buy stuff from Nook and-"
	"No no, please, lemme help you, I know I have some extra furniture I can give to you."
	"Hey hey I'm not a charity case, please it's fine!"
	"Well...uhm...how about I give ya something as a thanks for finding that ammonite?"
	"...well if you insist, I don't mind a gift."
	"YAY!  Okay, bow-wow, lemme grab some things from home okay?  Just some bare essentials!"
She dashed back to her house, leaving James at the doorjamb as he leaned against it, sighing at the sight of her little wagging tail.  He'd never seen such a tail so adorable on an adult, but it made her look so cute.  He developed an urge to just stroke it and suckle it and rub her belly, shaking them from his head when he saw her dashing back to him.  She carried with her three small boxes, and a roll of what appeared to be wallpaper.  Each box had a green leaf embossed on all sides.  He recognised the symbol being that of Tom Nook's store.
	"Ahhh, some rugs or something?"
	"Nope, even better!"
She went into the house and unveiled the boxes in the main room, as they unfolded and then began to unfold something else within them.  A chair, a small tablestand and a sofa that could seat two or three people at a stretch.  To James, it was like a magic trick.
	"Wha...?"
	"Ya like?"
	"I...wow...this is really nice of you, thank you!"
	"Not done yet, bow-wow, I got wallpaper too!  If you want that is, we can stick with this motif here of just all plain wood, but if you want some roses..."
She unrolled a bit of the wallpaper to show a rather homely looking bright beige background, with roses stitched lovingly through it.  To him it was the exact kind of wallpaper old people would have.  But he couldn't even stop himself saying:
	"Go ahead!"
	"Bow-WOW!"

With great enthusiasm she began to put up the wallpaper, asking for James' help as the two got busy in covering all three walls with it.  The wallpaper was surprisingly adhesive to a hard surface and yet it didn't stick to either of them weirdly.
Unfolding furniture and wallpaper that sticks anywhere you want it to, thought James.  What next, sentient radio stations?
It was barely any effort though, other than cutting with a pair of large scissors that Daisy had brought with her to separate the wallpaper, wall by wall.  Eventually they sat down on the sofa, gazing upon their masterpiece, a little tired too.
	"Whoo...it looks lovely."
	"Yeah...you really like it James?"
	"I love it...thank you Daisy."
He slowly put his hand on hers and felt a twinge in his heart when she squeezed his, the two looking at each other.  He hadn't felt such warmth for a long time, which was why it took him a while to realise what it was.
Do I...feel that way about her?  Last person I loved like this was...god, how long's it been?  But I barely even know her, how-...no, just...don't jump in yet.
For half of the day,  he couldn't stop thinking about her.  Everything about her started to fascinate him, and her smile warmed his heart in a way only love could.  But he said nothing, he had only known her two days, it was far too soon to tell her.
	"James?"
	"Hmm?"
Daisy looked up at him with a blushing smile.
	"You can...let go of my hand now."
	"Uh OH, sorry sorry I was uhm...real tired."
	"Hehehe, it's okay.  So...I think that's enough repayment for that fossil ya found."
	"Well you helped, come on, this is WAY more than enough, I mean thank you so much, it looks like a real home now!"
	"And now I can visit yer home and not be sad!"
She hugged him tight, which made James gasp at the warmth surging throughout his body with embarrassment, trying to restrain his urges to just confess to her there and then as he hugged back, before she headed out the door.  Feeling as if he'd lose her forever, he suddenly blurted out:
	"Wannadigforfossilsagain!?!"
	"Hehe, what?!"
	"I uhm...ah-hem...do you wanna dig for fossils again, sometime?"
	"Sure!  Tomorrow?"
	"I'm at Brewster's from 12-6pm, so see ya at 6.15?"
	"Good for me!  Later James!"
She hopped away back home, leaving a warm-hearted raptor sighing at the sight of her sweet little tail.  A little tear of desperation came to his eye, pleading to confess his love to her.
No, not now...way too soon.  Give it a week maybe.
With that thought in mind, he tried to remember what he was doing in the first place, looking around his new home.  As he examined his new furniture with a look of contentment, he noticed the book about coffee.
	"OH, shit, fucking Brewster!"
And then he ran off to the museum, with the book gripped firmly in his claws.