Lisa put her hand on Dean's arm. "He's grateful, Dean. Don't think otherwise." With that, she made her way to the store to get them something to eat. It was dark but the lights on the place lit it up pretty good.

Ben wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, not having anything else to use. His mouth tasted horrible and he was starting to get an idea that he probably didn't look all that hot either.

And he was freezing as he was only in a t-shirt. Everything of his was left behind at the apartment, and he doubted they would be going back there anytime soon. And his job - what would happen when he didn't show up tomorrow?

He turned the corner to slide to the ground, sitting down in the dirt and putting his hands on his bare arms, rubbing them to keep them warm as he just sat there and thought.