The street lights came on and Jennifer noticed a mist that seemed to creep up from the ground. The air was noticeably cooler than it had been the previous nights.<br/>"Brody, I think that fall is coming on. I wonder how cold it gets in this part of the country."<br/><br/>Her fingers were cold and she tucked them under her armpits. She spied a Smashburger and waited until the staff had tossed a big sack in the dumpster. Telling Brody to stay, Jennifer darted in, tugged the bag from the top of the over flowing blue box and drug it back to the shadows. She and Brody melted back into the tree line. That was one thing good about small towns. They were set in these rural areas and had not cleared away the vegetation.<br/><br/>They were in luck. The leftovers were still juicy and the soda even had a little fizz. A couple of the cups had melting ice so Jennifer even had enough fresh water to share with the white pitbull.<br/><br/>"I'm going to have to figure out how to get a sleeping bag big enough for both of us," she told the dog as she bit into a chicken nugget. "You know, Brody, you can always count on kids meals to provide lots of food. The kids just want to toy inside and then the brats won't eat the food."<br/><br/>She huddled with the dog in an overhang by the stream. They both shivered until they fell asleep.