At her suggestion, Trenton consulted his pockets front and back, finding a folded twenty in the very last crevice to be checked. Holding the bill between his fingers, Trenton brought it up to his eyes for consideration. What the hell could be bought with twenty dollars? They were going to have to find some money tomorrow, although that thought in itself wasn't a worrisome as it should have been.
I don't even know where anyone else went.
Trenton scoffed, and it was a tired sound. "Who cares?" Who did they need to worry about but themselves? They were outcasts, according to the rest of the building.