Thomas was walking down the street with sunglasses on. He could make people stop noticing him, but he didn't want to risk any hunters knowing that he was using his power. He looked at shops where he could get some clothes, these ones were starting to get worn out, and then saw a cheap clothing store.

Thomas walked into the store, and started browsing the clothes, and then heard someone behind him, who spoke in a gruff voice, "Excuse me," he said to Thomas. He turned round quickly, gasping, hoping it wasn't a hunter, 
"Yeah?" he asked, scared that they might attack him,
"Do you know where the jeans are?"
"Oh, yeah," Thomas said, relived that he wasn't a hunter, "There over there," he told him, pointing to a clothing rack,

After a few minutes of browsing the clothes, Thomas decided that he wasn't going to get anything here, and stepped outside, the sun feeling warm on his pale skin, and he walked over to his car. He sat down in his car, and rested. He didn't have anywhere to live anymore, and he had been relegated to his car for months now. Thomas put some music on in his car, and hoped he could find someone like him.