Amstrad looks for things to be done during the day. He helps a tenant carry a couch to their neighbor’s unit. And for three hours of looking around, that's it. No one seems to want his help with anything at all.
   He sees that Jabber and Catch spend most of the day playing cards and throwing a knife at a particular section of wall in an abandoned unit on the first floor. There are signs that a bullseye was once drawn onto the flowery green wallpaper, but the tears and holes make it look like it was shredded. He figures they do this a lot.
   Amstrad gets a couple card games in. Throws the knife a couple times. He’s pretty good at both, but the men are rambunctious in a way that Amstrad finds more embarrassing than fun. He looks elsewhere.
   Sam takes her time either reading or helping around the kitchen. Sometimes she also draws a sort of hopscotch grid in the hall with chalk and dances around for a while. She doesn’t talk. Amstrad doesn’t own a book, never had someone to show him how to cook, and can’t dance.
   Kiki watches the windows with her sniper rifle at her side. She cleans up around the hallways. She tells people to ‘look alive’. She’s the only one the kids in the apartment seem to like. Kiki reminds Amstrad of what he knows of his father. He avoids her.
   No one else asks Amstrad to do anything that day. It’s like he practically doesn’t exist to the others. But shit, isn’t that the idea?