"Huh?..." Fyroh tried to remember. "Oh yeah... someone hit me from behind... what did they want? I hope they didn't take anything important..." He looked through his bag, and it all seemed to be there. He checked himself for his photo album, which was also there. Hiding it again, he said, "Uh, thanks, I guess. But I'm tired now, and need sleep..." he said, turning away, trying to sleep on the cold, hard pavement. "Anythings better than staying with the person who helped to evict you..." he thought to himself, as he tried to fall asleep again.