Years of clutter had built up in Harris' home ever since his wife had left him. While the girl was sleeping he tried to tidy up, but there was just no wheres to put everything.
The last time he had a houseguest (if you consider her one) was about 16 years ago. The girl eventually woke once that afternoon. She was completely delirious. He got her to drink some water and she went back to sleep.
Harris constantly surveyed the lake bed to see if any one would possibly be looking for the girl. He then thought to himself that whoever left the girl would most likely know better than to come looking for her.
Harris was in the kitchen fixing himself a fried bologna sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup for dinner. While fishing himself a dill pickle from the jar when the girl awoke.
Where's my shoe?
She began to dry-heave into the pickle jar. When she looked up she saw Harris squatting infront of her. Her face hardened and she stiff armed him the gut.
That's your shoe right there.
Relax! I'm not going to hurt you. I found you on the lake bed. This is my house. I live here. You've been out all day.