Henry hands Sunil one of the cardboard pieces he brought with him. The two settle down in the grass a few feet away from Sandy.

Using his backpack for a make-shift pillow, Sunil rests his head only to get a whiff of something rancid. Lifting his head, he looks at the stain facing up at him. He flips his bag over, then drops his tired head back onto it. He looks over at Henry, laying near him and staring back.