Ugh, rain. And she was a long way from Tate Hill Pier or any church where she could take shelter. Ruth ran into the nearest narrow alley. The walls offered some shelter, but not a lot. There, in the back of the alley, stood some derelict old building, probably inhabited only by the poorest people and the homeless. Dangerous terrain, maybe, but Ruth was used to danger.

She peeked through one of the grimy windows in the back, and upon seeing that the room was abandoned but for some frayed bags and blankets, she lifted the window and climbed in. Hmm... had to be some homeless person's hideout. Well, if they weren't here, she might just make sure nobody stole their things. 

She crouched in front of the bag and opened it.