Jona nodded slowly. After a silence he said, â€œfive miles away from here is a town. You can try there. There isnâ€™t much around here in the middle of nowhere.â€ He shrugged it away and pushed himself away from the wall to pick up his guitar and put it on the stand in the corner of the room. Then he returned to the couch and sat down. He stared at the dancing flames for a while before he said, â€œCall me Jona.â€ His eyes returned to Geovanni and noticed the wet clothing. â€œDo you want something dry to wear?â€ It was quite obvious that he wasnâ€™t very comfortable with strangers around. But for some sort of reason it was Mimi who calmed his nerves. Not that he liked children too much, but he doubted that a father would do anything with his kid around. He yawned and stretched himself. The warmth of the fireplace always made him sleepy. Then he started to wondering what time it was. He couldnâ€™t remember the when he had slept. Maybe yesterday night or the day before that? He shrugged It away as he truly had no idea. Nor did he care that much about it. â€œAre you two hungry?â€ Even though he didnâ€™t have a lot in the fridge right now he felt like asking. Jona didnâ€™t like talking too much. He preferred to keep his mouth shut for hours. Sometimes even days. He preferred just playing guitar in silence but usually that silence would get interrupted by his neighbour. As his eyes rested upon the kid and her father he wondered what the hell he had to do with those two. Did he have to send them away? Jona bit his lip and sighed softly.