John looked at the kid skeptically. "You were gonna sleep on top of a telephone pole?" he questioned, disbelief smeared across his face. He'd never met an outcast in Redbridge who'd even thought of something like that. Though he could see the benefits. There was no need to be on your guard all the time, watching for killers and thieves. Maybe he should invite the kid with him. "Look, if you want, you can come with me. We can spend the night in that house over there," John said, gesturing behind him to the small house on the hill, "and then, come morning, you can stay with me and we'll both be able to sleep easier knowing that there's someone between us and an angry Outcast, or you can set off on your own again." John finished, looking at the kid who, at closer examination, was about his age. Just then, the radio announcement came on. Once it finished up, he saw the kid running off toward a building and then disappearing, but not before pushing a piece of paper into his hand. It was smart to disappear. The blades would probably be looking for a culprit and John was close enough to the city that they could find him. John thought about his choices for a bit before deciding on running towards the woods. He didn't want to be around when the Blades got there.