Bone finally exits the bunker under the idea that its safe, he sees that its nearly dawn. He try's his best to parkour (?) his way to to his little slice of garbage that he calls home out side of amusement mile. He moved there less then a year ago to keep an eye on the clown, also police there is thin due to the clown.

He arrives at his home, not a house, but he called it home none the less. A young mutt and a few cats are what he calls family since the homeless folks that raised him bit the dust. The sun barely starts to break the horizon when he lays his head on his pile of rags pillow.