He took some wood from a pile he’d collected from an abandoned house a few
weeks back, and dumped it into a large trash can. He lit the wood with some oil, 
and soon a lovely orange fire was burning. Deciding to wait until Eddy returned 
before cooking dinner, he put the meat aside. He sat down on the ground near the 
fire. The warmth spread over him, and for a moment he thought he was dreaming, 
back in his bed in his father’s house.