Jennifer woke, dressed and finally finished drying her hair. She pulled the hood of the hoodie over her head. What she really needed was a black ball cap. That would give her a more androgynous look. The sacks from the convenience store was on the table and she rummaged around to find an orange and a bottle of water. These she took to the table by the window and sat, peering out at the sun rising pink over the highway.<br/><br/>Max was stirring under his blankets, thrashing around again. He was muttering but Jennifer let him sleep. She had nightmares too, mostly of being lost in the fog. Tearing the flesh of the orange, she carefully peeled it and then gently separated the orange slices. She arranged them on a clean wash cloth into a flower shape and them began to indulge, one by one. How long had it been since she had enjoyed an orange? her step parents never fed the kids this way, it cost them too much money. Jennifer smiled at the sleeping man. Buying this was really generous of him. He had a good heart and he was brave.<br/><br/>Jennifer remembered the little teddy bear, fishing it out of her tangled blankets. This she set up on the table by the washcloth and oranges.<br/>"Yes, Hero, he is very brave." she whispered to the toy.