The old man looked at Elohim blankly, unable to understand her words, but getting the gist of her general tone.  "Te-  Tehm..  What now?"  He blabbered, suddenly alighting on something in the sounds she had made.  "Shelters!  Oh, the shelters...  They full tonight."  He said, pulling his blankets around himself.  "I got a bad back and I can't keep on going, and I haven't eaten tonight either.  Or last night."  He said, clutching his stomach.  "Are you sure you can't spare me anything?"  He cried a bit, feeling doubly pathetic.  It wasn't even winter, but he simply wasn't in the best of health.<br/><br/>