Devin slipped off the bag he had been wearing under his jacket. "Thanks lad. I haven't eaten in a while." He took the canned fruit and popped it open. It wasn't much, but in this day in age it beat nothing at all. He was about to dig out a bottle of water when he thought he heard a voice. "Did you hear that? I... I think someone may be out there." He walked over to the window, tapping on it as light as he could. It was a risk, what if IT returned? But what if it was someone trying to help them?<br/><br/>He cleaned the glass as best he could. He could barley make out another figure. Friend, or foe though, he couldn't tell. "Looks like we may be getting outta here sooner that we thought lad."