"Is there another way out of here?" the woman named Daisy asked.

Brant turned his back on the strangers and shuffled over to the couch in front of the coffee table. He plopped himself down on the dingy old sofa. He looked at the TV mounted on the wall.

[i]Wish there was power, could watch some DVDs if there was[/i]

His eyes turned back to the woman, and he began to try to explain their plight.

"Well, I, only been in this room, that there hallway, so, I don't really know. Far as I know only way out is through that front door. But I could be wrong. Suppose we could bust open a window to clamber outta."

He sat down at the coffee table, his jar of pickles was on the table, and he reached in grabbing one from the brine and took a big bite out of it. Still holding it he beckenod with hsi hadn to the couch or the other chairs in the room.

"C'mon, you all can sit if you'd like. We might want to make some kind of plan, I'm fixing to stay, you two and the dog can stay too if you want."