Jane blushed as Oskar stood up from his blankets, forcing her eyes upward rather than focusing on the meager small clothes he wore over the lower part of his body. It brought to mind how little clothing she was wearing herself, and she had to resist the urge to try covering herself. He didn't answer her question as to what to do if neither of the men followed her, but she supposed they both knew that was an unlikely scenario anyway.<br/><br/>She followed him downstairs as he beckoned and watched intently as he showed her how the fastenings and locks on the door worked. With the magic lights on and Oskar's explanations, she could see that it wasn't much different than what she was used to. The designs were different, and the key was strange looking, but the concept was the same. Taking the key he offered her, she examined the small silver object before closing her fingers around it.<br/><br/>Why were there men apparently following her? She still couldn't wrap her mind around it. What reason could she be of interest to someone? Oskar's words from the day before about people putting meat hooks into them came back to her, and she felt a shiver of fear go through her. As though simply finding her father wasn't enough, now there was the added difficulty of these men.<br/><br/>Looking at Oskar, his brown hair still disheveled from sleeping, she couldn't help but feel a surge of fondness for him. He didn't have to help her, yet here he was, instructing her on the workings of the door to his home and preparing to scout. She would have to figure out a way to express her gratitude. But first, they had to do something about these strange men.<br/><br/>"You're going to go now?" she asked, her voice uncertain. The idea of his leaving her in this strange place and walking alone through the streets was intimidating.