“House? Hardly… apartment. Lets go.” He seemed relaxed by her words about his job and his grip on her lessened somewhat as if he was beginning to trust her not vanishing from him. They left the building coming out on a large opened space which was covered with concrete, some kind of loading dock Amy guessed. Everywhere stood large containers of different grade of degeneration, some looked as if they would collapse in any moment. Michael moved quickly over the area Amy’s feet hurting against the hard surface as she stepped on small broken pieces what laid in their path. Just beside one container she could see a strange looking car that looked something out of the ‘I robot’ movie.