"Doesn't help." he muttered, attempting to focus on the money. "Can't drink nuff makem goway." He looked around at the group. "No one sees them. No one but me. Don't wanna see them. Shouldn't. They're looking at me. Wanting .. wanting .. something." his arm waved loosely back towards the store.<br/><br/>He blows out a rather strongly smelling breath of air and carefully sits down on the ground. He points towards one empty spot near the doors. "I know her. Well, I don't know her, know her, but I know her. Saw her picture ina paper. Little old lady. She got trampled to death. All those people, doors open, run, run, run, oops. Stupid store."<br/><br/>He points to another spot. "Don't know them. Don't know any cavemen. They want the dark to go away. Want warm, heat, sun, food. Cold. So cold. Dark. Hungry. Scared." His eyes seem to unfocus a bit. "Make it come back. Have to make it come back again."<br/>