Ginger grimaced, feeling that horrible sick feeling in his stomach again. He walked around the dog, glancing over at Jack before going into the kitchen. He grabbed nonperishable food, stuffing it into his pockets. Ginger turned around, and went to join Jack by the stairs. He silent, shifting uneasily from foot to foot as he stood beside Jack. Ginger sighed heavily, reaching out and giving Jack's hand a squeeze of comfort. "I'm sorry..." He said quietly, "Do you wanna continue to search the house or just leave?"