Sammy led them to a room with a door that was charred and
splintered. “We’re here.” He said, slipping through a hole in the
door close to the ground. “Are you sure Sammy?” Molly asked,
worried. “I’m sure.” He said, as he unlocked the door. “Come on
in.” He said, through the door. Molly opened the door, and there
was two beds, and piles of leaves on the sides. “This is the room
we all share. It’s the only one that wasn’t burned.” Molly
explained.