hitan lie on a flattened refrigerator box midway down an Allie. he couldn't sleep on his back anymore, it could damage his wings, so he was on his belly with his head out due to this beak keeping him from being face down. it made sleeping muchless comfortable, the transformation did, but as far as he cared that was the worst of it.the sun pooring done the ally illuminated it fully as it faced the sun squarely. the light on his eyes forced him awake. As he opened his eyes he faced another day, uncertain of ware his next meal would come from, but he didn't care. it was a meal, and ware ever it came was was irrelevant. He slept fully clothed (As clothed as he can be), so he just got to his feet and looked down the street. to his left were pedestrians, to his right was an evac line. nighther one would greet him well. he thanked himself in a whisper for picking such a wounderfull one-way place to be. e had to leave as well lit as it was too. oneglace down here and he'd be spotted. maybe the spotter wounds say anything, or care, but the might do something less helpful.looking around, he spotted some trash cans and a fire escape...time to make the best of it...set a can under the fire latter and he got both Hands on it with easy, pulling it down.