Mist: -starts looking around the house for stuff but all he finds is a steal poll, goes back to the fire and lays down by it-
J.J: -sits on the ground rubbing my neck- fire, food, and -pulls my hand away from my neck- and to smack you to you'r senses kid.
mist: -goes into a room that looks like long ago it was once used for a babies room, now the pink paint pealing, a broken beyond repair crib, and a tore up teddy bear-