"Aye," Murph agreed, deigning to lean against the wall instead. "Unless you've got some connections with the Salvation Army or whatever ... this's what we've got 'til we can find somethin' better."

He frowned a little. He didn't like the thought of being stranded in a place he didn't know with nothing but prison-issue cotton pajama bottoms, boxers, and some cotton bandages. OH, and a strange book that wrote in itself. Couldn't forget that.