"New plan," Peter said absently. Peter thought there might be a back entrance
for the kitchen, something used for supplies and food. He moved toward the 
cafeteria, half-carrying his father as he went. He forced his way through the 
crowd also trying to get out and to the shelters. By the time they entered the 
cafeteria, Peter and his father were far ahead of the pack. They moved quickly 
across the empty eating area to the kitchen, getting about halfway across the 
room when the door slammed open behind them.