That evening, you're coming back from work once again, but it's pouring rain as if from a bucket, and you see Flynn sitting unprotected from the rain on the edge of the structure by the street. He's homeless and penniless. You slowly approach him and notice his grimy hands in tattered clothes. You want to give him some money, but he looks at you with pleading eyes and says,

"Thank you but, it's not money I need...it's a place to stay."