After settling Hanae in a relatively clean spot between the boxes, he fetched a pad and blanket from those the other runners had rejected, He made another trip to gather a pair of the least awful looking food packs and a six-pack of Fizzygoo; the jugged water looked even less drinkable than the Fizzygoo. As expected, Hanae wouldn’t even look at the stuff, but she would be hungry later. He lay down next to her and held her until she fell into a fitful, exhausted sleep.