She sat down beside her husband at the work table and grabbed his hand. "Do you really think we should leave?" she asked. "I do," John replied. "Even in your condition?" "My condition?" John tried to act as though he was offended, but he knew that his wife was right. He was old. It wouldn't be easy for him out there. He nodded. "Even in my condition." Alice stared into her husband's eyes. "Then we'll leave." "Really?" "Yes, we can go." "Are you sure you're okay with that?" "No," his wife admitted. "I'm not okay with it. But I think you're right. It doesn't make sense for us to stay here. We've almost run out of food. We need to look for others. We might even find people who can tell us what's going on." "Maybe," John said. He wasn't as hopeful as his wife aboutthat. After spending a week in the basement, waiting for some type of help, he had come to the conclusion that an answer might never be found. He wasn't sure how important it was to know, either.
