The Boy was running across The Maw where the coal room was, his feet crunching the coal underneath him. He was running from something... But what? It was hard to tell, as The Kid never spoke, he only hand gestured, and even those could be vague at times. Honestly, The Runaway Kid was lucky The Janitor wasn't there, or he would have been caught a long time ago, as soon as he had started running.