Standing aside of the growing team of supply runners, Sam watched the young man who had introduced himself as "Ray Ray" approach. A stupid name, if ever she heard one. She placed her free arm around her niece's shoulders, ignoring the voice in her head telling her how obvious she was being. "Looks like," she replied with a grunt. Avoiding his eyes, she surveyed the rest of the people exiting the Halliwell building. "Just us then." She rolled her shoulders and turned the tire iron over in her hand. "Let's get going."

Sam made for the nearest building to Halliwell, and Darcy followed. She figured it'd be easiest to start from the Halliwell building and work her way out. The signs on the lawn claimed it used to house the classes for business, art and music. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to merge business with the arts must have been real stupid. Still, she couldn't help thinking that maybe the place held something for her. If not something to use as a weapon, at least there might be instruments. 

The door opened without trouble and lead them into a corridor so wide Sam hesitated to give it that label. Shoe marks marred the floor in odd places, beneath discarded books and backpacks. Sam pulled one up and emptied it into her hands; a book of sheet music and some note paper fell out. She set them carefully on the floor to avoid making too much noise and swung the backpack onto her shoulders. Tightening the straps, she did the same for Darcy.

"See anything useful, throw it in," she told the kid in a hushed tone. "See anything dead and walking, let us deal with it." She propped the doors open with a couple of the heaviest books she could see and walked farther into the corridor. Doors to classrooms lined both sides. Sam turned to Ray. "How 'bout you take one side and we take the other?"