"Grayish van... I think I might know who that belonged to, and I think you're in luck, I think he left the keys in his room before he left. Food? Of course." He grabbed up a about three boxes without even looking at what was inside them and threw them down to her. "Be careful." Was all he said before grabbing the ladder and running up to the third floor.<br/><br/>He went down the hall, watching the numbers of the rooms steadily rise 313, 314, 315, there, 316, just the room he needed. He'd not checked this room yet, but when he went for the handle, it was open. Mr. Kreep hadn't locked his door before he'd run. It made sense, what mattered if you were going to high tail it out? He'd taken his bicycle, rationalizing that streets would be jam packed with cars trying to escape the city, which meant he'd left his van. Mathais looked around, there, right next to the door, his keys. He quickly grabbed them and went back to the broken stairs to wait for Helena with his radio.