[Had things been different, Graham might've teased Jake about his hair. About being taller, too, good-natured and harmless, but now the words just got stuck in his throat. Seemed like there was too much to say, almost, and he didn't know where to start.
The truck's condition didn't bother him much. Hell, last time he'd been here most of the time they were on foot. Besides, he didn't plan on sticking around long; lot of doors in a town, and one had to lead out of here. Had Graham been on his own he probably would've moved slower, but now there was Jake to think about. Jake couldn't stay here.] Alright. [He shrugged off the backpack, tossed it on the passenger's side seat.] Got some canned goods in there. Water, too. [His guns were on him, visible. Knives were inside the bag too. He hesitated when the boy's expression turned hopeful, having forgotten that Jake wouldn't know a damn thing about how this place worked or even that it was.]
No. [For a second it seemed like he might reach out, put a hand on his shoulder, but then he reconsidered.] Not back home. See... when we find a door out, it'll lead us to a hotel. Bunch of doors in there, lead to other places. Home is somewhere else.