"Go! Go! Go!" Baker yelled. Abraham jumped in the car and drove off, glancing back at McVries and Garraty. Garraty was still asleep, but McVries was looking out the back window, watching through wide, excited eyes.
"So, are we going to get the other ones, or…?" Abraham asked, pulling into an alley. "I mean, I kinda liked Parker."
"Besides, they do have food," McVries pointed out. "And Parker had the money."
"I'll go find 'm," Garraty said, opening the door and wincing as soon as his foot met the ground. "Ow."
"Sore?" McVries asked. Garraty nodded and left.
McVries stretched out across the back seat, yawning. "Wake me up when they get back."
Garraty walked as quickly as he could, not looking at anyone. The grocery was only a little bit away, but his feet still hurt. At the park they hadn't hurt that much, but now they'd seriously stiffened up. But they'd be okay in time. And hopefully at some time they could find a shower and some fresh clothes. Maybe if they figured out where they were, they could find family of one of them. He was from Maine, and they definitely weren't there. Parker was 'Illy-noy', McVries was New Jersey, Barkovitch was Washington, D.C…
They should probably try for McVries's or Barkovitch's home.
Weirdly enough, when he got to the grocery, Barkovitch and Parker were having a conversation. It looked like they actually kind of liked each other. Like they were friends. Garraty blinked. Well. There's a twist in the plot.
"They're hiding out in an alley," Garraty said. Parker snorted and adjusted his grip on his bag.
"Nice," he said, rolling his eyes.
