Dillon smiles warmly at Alexa as he starts to go through the kitchen. She seems a little lost in thought so he left her to it. He quickly discovered that the kitchen was pretty damn empty. Dillon walked over to the fridge and cursed under his breath. He could not understand why there was no food. We're they going to have to fuck for their dinner.<br/><br/>He tried to think of what to do. When your a career insomniacs it is a delicate balance to keep yourself alert. Dillon could tell he was loosing control and needed a plan. He remembered that he had a five hour energy drink in one of his bags, so he headed to the bag. He grabbed the little bottle and chugged it. He then looked at Alexa. The surge of energy would keep him going for awhile. "So have you found a key yet?"