Oz walked up the front steps and nudged the door open. There were a few pieces of decaying furniture, but the house had clearly been abandoned for years. Stairs led upward to more rooms, but he didn't bother with those, walking instead into the living room. Those windows that were not boarded up had an excellent view of the western sky. Perfect.
He pulled the pills out of his pocket, eyed them for a second, then swallowed them dry one after another. They weren't coated so the taste was strong and made him wince, but he got them down, which was key.
He shed his coat. "At least it's not falling apart," he said.