Sal didn't exactly have to sneak out of his room. His dad was in his work chair, slumped over, bottle on the floor next to a sandwich Sal had brought him that he only took one bite out of. He wouldn't even realize he's gone for a while. Even if he was in danger of getting in trouble he wouldn't really care. He just wants to be out of the house.

Maybe he didn't want to be alone, either.

He glances towards the police cruiser - not that he hadn't noticed it. He should probably be careful...given that people already side eye him and his dad because of the cagey way they get whenever someone questions them about their lives before they moved here. Because he's the weird and creepy kid with the mask, but...

"I did. Or I was gonna, but my service is cut off." Either dad forgot to pay it, or he remembered but put it off for a while and then forgot. "I have no contact with the outside world. It's brutal, dude."