"See who?" She squinted looking through T-shirts with bad designs and in bad taste.

"The guy," Kale gave her a dead stare, "your so-called boyfriend from the motel room. Why else would his car be here?"

"Suicidal tendencies," Ellie shrugged.

"Now you know we don't use that word because this is more like limbo. Limboland. That's a nice way to put it. And no one knows for sure what really happened. You know, maybe this is just, kind of waiting station, of some kind."

"Or just the 'other side' as you put it." She hated every T-shirt she saw. And the underwear were either for large women or little girls. "I'm going to have to live with these." She picked up some boys' briefs. They were in red plaid and green plaid. "No matter what, I'll look like Christmas."

"You know, you'll get assigned a job if you don't find one first," Kale sighed.

"You have a job?" She was picking a few other things up, but it wasn't the shampoo she liked nor the deodorant she ever bought. It was just cheap knock off stuff.

"Yeah, I run the projector at the movie house." He shrugged picking up a T-shirt about being chained for life, a picture of two stick people married.

"There's a movie house?" Ellie laughed thinking that didn't seem possible.

"Yeah, well, its movies hardly anybody has heard of and their always in a foreign language." Kale nodded putting the T-shirt back.

"What kind of job do you think I'll get?" She looked around. This might not be too bad of place to work. She guessed.

"Who knows, maybe Brother Sal could use you," Kale smirked. "You like cars."

"Possibly." She looked around at some other things while Kale grabbed some cans of soup.

"Well, you can stay with me and my roommate, if you want, " he said. "Or wait it out, eventually, whoever's in charge will find you and then assign you somewhere."

Kale paid for their stuff and they left.