Seeming and Kind

Three others were already inside when he finally wriggled through the broken window.  He saw them huddled around the dark fireplace.

“Sorry,” he grunted.  “Didn’t know this squat was taken.”

“No, come on in,” said one, a woman whose hair might once have been blond.  “Warm yourself up.”One of the men held out an empty hand.  “Have a sandwich.  We’ve got plenty.”

He approached cautiously.  “There’s no fire, though.  No food.  It’s just empty and cold.  There’s nothing here.”

“That’s okay-eay,” the woman said, her voice skipping and slurring as her image fuzzed into static.  “Kind of appropriate, really…”