After Pete had left, Jenny had moved from her position behind Paul and was now sitting on a newspaper in an attempt to keep the cold rising from the ground away. It didn’t work. As she was trying to get a little warmth by holding her fingers over the crackling flames, her brother spoke up. [b]"Have a look if there's any food in would ya."[/b]. After a glance in Paul’s direction she knew that he wasn’t going to move so Jenny got up, put the necklace into her bag and walked over to the “food storage”. The boxes did nowhere near deserve that name but the street kids worked with what they had. It didn’t look good. The box was almost empty, only a loaf of old bread and three small apples remained. She took the bread and two apples out and walked over to Paul. After she took a bite out of one apple and let the other one and the bread fall onto her brother’s lap, Jenny sat down and grumbled [b]“It’s practically empty. We’ll have to refill it.”[/b]. She took another bite and moved closer to the fire. The flame was about to die but it still gave off a little bit of warmth. She opened her bag and took out the necklace. Even prettier than before, it reflected the flames and made the silver and gold bird look like it was made out of fire. Almost in trance she looked at it and in the background she could hear the falling raindrops and the crackling fire. She liked those kinds of moments, when the world seemed to stand still and every sound was swallowed by the rain. As neither one of the siblings said a word, time passed by and the rain kept falling. Jenny had almost finished her apple now and, still hungry, longed for the one she left in the box for emergencies. But no, what if another frequent visitor of this hideout came, almost starving, and found it empty? So she stayed put. She wasn’t even that hungry.