[Garix]

Some time later, the Anthro fox slowly awoke inside an empty dumpster. There are dirty rags spread out over the floor, except near the far back corner, in which a small fire burns in a coffee can mounted on top of cinder blocks, with stones and flower pots blocking off the area. Bermese is covered with several old blankets. Against the back wall are backpacks, buckets, and gallon jugs filled with various junk and substances. The lid of the dumpster is cracked open, letting in a little light and allowing the smoke to escape. The inside is small, being no bigger than a bathroom, and not high enough to stand up in.

Beside him sits the feral anthro he saw that night, if he can recall last night. "Hi, Squeaks is the name, what happened last night?" said the anthro rat, extending his paw. Squeaks was not sure what the feral would do when he woke up, and send his baby out with his boyfriend. His boyfriend was not happy with Squeaks bringing home a drugged-out stranger. And to be fair, Squeaks would not have been happy had he done the same thing. "You are in my umm.... house, it is a re-purposed dumpster. It ain't much, but we get by," Squeaks said.