"A radio? Yeah, I'll go get it and stay here to wait for you." He ran up the ladder and up the stairs to his room, searching through the piles of stuff for his radio. He'd pretty much given up on it before, he'd tried it again and again, and gotten nothing, it had become so depressing he'd given up and put it away.<br/><br/>Finally, he found it! Holding it up, he popped the back off and quickly replaced it's batteries, just incase. he then quickly returned to the stairwell and sat down, waiting for her to return. This was hope, hope he hadn't know before. A cure, a possible cure, there, in that woman who was now on a clock he couldn't understand fully, yet. If he bacame infected... no, he couldn't think about that, hope, that was what he had now, hope.