The sudden pulling of his hand caused him to step towards her. He looked at the girl curiously, unsure of what she was wanting until she started to write on his hand. “R-A-I-N-E” he said to himself as she spelled out her name. “I think I get it. You can’t talk and you’re trying to tell me your name is Raine, right?” Hopefully I’m not misunderstanding her, he thought to himself. Thinking about this situation he tried to figure out a way the two of them could communicate easier than her having to write in his hand. There had to be a way. If they took some of the paper from the typewriter up stairs and used charred wood to write with. Well that could wait until later. “Umm….do you mind if I join you for a while. I’ve always had problems with sleeping at night.” As he spoke he ran his free hand through his hair.