I tapped my foot impatiently, scanning the streets below, gleaming no results in my search for my friends. Great. I hoped that they would at least bring some dinner back. I scooped today's collected loot into my bag, and headed towards the fire escape, not bothering to wait for Zoey. I descended to a grimy window halfway down the building,  popped it open and slipped inside, landing on the crates we had stacked against our entrance.  I walked to our stash of filched goods, a carefully concealed crate, which boasted a huge padlock.  I opened it, dumped in todays gatherings, grabbed a water bottle, then picked my through our mattress city. I found mine, dumped the water into my palm and started manipulating it, ready to wait.