The man wasn't a light sleeper. Maybe that's why, when he woke up, that he found himself startled by a young woman staring at him. He scrambled into an upright position, reaching behind him to pull out his...his what? There was nothing there. He'd dumped the guns in the river. Even if he'd [i]had[/i] a gun, had he really been about to shoot this girl?

 He paused, staring at her with wide eyes. She was wearing some kind of strange robes that...had he seen her before? His head started to hurt again. The Asian man; he could associate the Asian man with her. Did she know him? Maybe she could help him find the guy, or at the very least, tell him why he was searching for the man in the first place. 

The nameless man's tense shoulders fell. His dark eyes shifted down to the white Styrofoam boxes that sat before his makeshift bed. There was a strange smell in the air. He wasn't sure if it smelled good or bad.