We walk into the house and head for the living area. The hallways are very long, so we decide to take a short cut. I lead the way through the kitchen, passing through a small dining room and another living room before entering the kitchen.

"How much food do you have?" I ask the old man curiously while I glance around.

"Enough for a week, I imagine," he answers. "Please, help yourself."

He walks away to the other side of the kitchen, leaving me alone in the room. I begin to look for something to eat, when Axel suddenly appears beside me.

"I think it's better to take your jacket...