Henry dressed in his boots and returned to the half-drunk coffee. It was on  the table, so he picked it up and consumed it while he looked idle listening to the discussion. He was into it, but his goal was to commute far away from the diner. He didn't have a destination.

"We should pack some stuff like candy and guns and start moving. We've got to have resources that asset a way out of this hole," he said illy. "There's a Circle K not too far. But it is a hike. I want to move, though."

He wanted a new home, a new shelter. And the second he started feeling like he was in the bush in a war zone that was there for a week waiting for a firefight he looked out of the diner's big window and become mildly alarmed.

He went to his booth and got his binoculars. Walking up to the window he held up his binoculars to his eyes and perused the outside for a moment. Then, he wiped a little sweat off from his face and turned around. He said, "I think I'm a little more fearful than I know. I'm starting to get paranoid. What are we going to do?"