After changing into jean shorts, a dark hoodie and some converse, I grab a back pack, filling it with several pairs of clothes, jammies, toiletries and undergarments. I zip the bag and look over Randall's shoulder to see what he's looking up. He was on some site I'd never seen before.
"What's that?" I ask.
He closes the browser and stands.
"Nothing. Let's get going." He replies, going over to my window and opening it. I follow him out, taking one last look at my room before shutting the window behind me. We start with my closest neighbor and sneak up to the kid's window, listening. It was silent. We sat there for a good hour before he decided to go to the next one. Same result, as well as the next and the next and the next. Over an hour and a half later, we still hadn't found a lead and I was tired.
"Are you even sure we'll find anyone?" I grumbled.
"Shh shh shh shh…." He says.
Ugh his hush is like a damn snake hiss.
He listens intently and narrows his eyes.
"What is it?" I whisper.
He shakes his head.
"Nothing" he replies.
We start to walk away when we hear laughter. We look at each other and go back to the window and slowly peak in. We see a kid about 11 sitting up in bed laughing. Confused, we walk away and I sigh.
This was going to be a long journey.