"Pam, that was really amazing but I think we should stop now. Ernie will be home soon and I haven't told him that I'm really a lesbian. He thinks I'm ...nto him."I paused, shocked at her words. She had used the word lesbian."What do you mean you're a lesbian." I'm with Ernie because he takes care of me. My family kicked me out when I was sixteen and I needed a place to stay. Ernie took me in. We're poor and we don't have much, but Ernie is family. I wouldn't want to hurt him. He's done so much. Once inside thedouble doors Jason turned on his flashlight. The buildingwas just like a hundred others that he, Charlotte andRachel had been in before, dark deserted and with a faintsmell of decay. He ventured further in to find offices,conference rooms, and a break room. Other than that thebuilding held nothing special, no explanation of why theworld was in its current state, nor was there anything thatcould be determined useful. Jason wandered back outside through the lobby and heheard it. "They have a little harder time than we do..." Oh wait, there they are!"From the adjacent dorm, two figures huddled down the stairwell. Neither looked good. David was supporting the weight of Joe as he limped his way down the stairs. The others gasped in shock as the two came closer. Joe's stomach hung out past his waist. One of his hands was on his back, supporting this new weight, while the other was around David's neck. David had sported a loose fitting sweatshirt for this encounter, which. The solitary hanging lightbulb, on its braided black cord, was dustily lit ... likely had been lit ... since 1915.In the elevator was an iron wheeled wood handled dolly. I shrugged, grabbed the dolly single handed and slid the drill motor ... mostly by pushing it with my feet (Quite a Feat) ... onto the dolly. I stacked the tool box on top and squeaky squealed my way to the elevator, shut the counterweighted horizontal rattly doors and pushed the (1) down button. I raced it down the stairs. I.