The dumpster looked at Gilbert's disheveled appearance. She studied him as he ate, handed him a small orange container to drink from, and resumed picking. "Thank you." Gilbert uttered. Then he swallowed half the contents, swallowing the food stuck in his constricted throat. The orange soda freshened his throat. Gilbert looked down at the shop that had bought designer clothes in the hotel's shopping center. Despite his dirty appearance, the face of a young gentleman from a good family could still be seen. The airline lost your luggage. Mom bought new clothes while Dad met a businessman in the second tower just before things started to go wrong. The wide green stripes on his shirt were reflected in his hazel green eyes, and the strange-looking people in the shops stared at him through bright multicolored eyes. Gilbert looked at the dumpster again. Her long eyelashes caught the sun, making them appear even darker. His hunger pangs subsided. Its pink ears looked fragile and transparent as one side caught the sunlight streaming through it. For the first time, Gilbert realized that the smell of rotten food was actually coming from the body and clothes in the dumpster, not from the garbage. After cooking under the scorching sun, Gilbert wasn't sure if what he had just eaten was edible, but this apprehensive emotion didn't convince him to stop. He jumped for joy. His stomach was no longer irritated. Gilbert raised an eyebrow then asked, "Did you know I was coming?" shiny objects, placing them inside his tattered coat. Compared to the dumpster, Gilbert admitted that he was definitely a child raised with a silver spoon thrown in a... middle of paper......les on his chin. Gilbert's heart sank once again. What if we don't find them? He mulled over the unwanted thoughts as he examined the dumpster he picked up a glass bottle to look through. Sunlight filtered through the oddly shaped bottle illuminated Dumpster's face. His back was turned until he peered through the glass. His face looked cleaner, as if an eraser were cleaning a blackboard. His hair shone. His teeth were no longer stained. The wrinkles have disappeared. He was clean-shaven, a normal-looking man apparently many, many years younger. Her hair was curled to her shoulders. His expressive brown eyes, beneath thick eyebrows, squinted from the brightness. He looked through the glass, contemplating the sky. There were small blisters on his neck, visible from under his collar where sunlight bathed him. The blisters gave the appearance of healed bite marks.