As strange as Martin looked, he did not laugh at him. He waited at the bottom and held his hand out to carry him over the rubble.

“Yes. This way, there were some shoes here.”

Ico kicked away some of the loose debris and guided him further into the shop. It was a clothing store and the shoe section was in the back. Unsurprisingly, most of the shelves had fallen over and the stock was everywhere. If he could not step around the clothes, he picked it up and put it aside.

“Here it is,” Ico pointed, “There’s still some in the boxes. There’s different sizes so choose something that fits.”

Ico placed his sword aside and knelt on the floor to start looking.