They can all just sit on this weird concrete riverbank and eat lunch, then. Zana will be bored but he was smart and brought Zana's Gameboy so she can play Pokémon.

How do people talk to each other? Specifically are there any kids around, how do people talk to them? The sensory input is kind of overwhelming but if he crushes rocks in his hands which hurts in a stabilizing sort of way he can manage it.

People have short business transactions or long talks with their friends or don't talk to anyone and just sit in their cars heading off to lunch. There are a few kids in some nearby restaurants. The older ones people have some conversations with, and the younger ones they smile at or tell to stop moving so much or argue with them about how much of their food they should be eating and when exactly they have to go home. If little children try to wander more than a few steps away their parents yell for them to come back.

Okay. 

After enough of this his hands are bleeding but he is pretty sure if he concentrates on the bus he can make them stop by the time they get home.

Are you OK?

Yeah!

You're bleeding and stuff.

Oh am I? That's funny.

We can wash it up when we get home. I guess if it doesn't hurt it's probably not a big deal.

Doesn't hurt at all.

OK! Wanna do anything else today?

Go to church but I bet Connor will say no.

"Hey Connor, can we go to church after this?"

Mrrgh.

"It's in the other direction from home. I guess we could walk around and see if we can find a different one?"

"That would be just as good."

"Fine. I guess we have time."

They climb back over the fence and walk down the street until Connor sees a building with a sign that says 'City Bible Church'.

It is less impressive than the other church. It's not dirty or especially beat-up, but the sanctuary consists of a large room with a projector and some speakers and a wooden floor that has bee filled with rows of plastic folding chairs.

"Oh," he says. "I thought all churches were pretty."

"Some of them are prettier. ...you wanna look for some more?"

"...yeah. If that's okay."

"Sure. I guess it's better than sitting."

There's a more expensive but honestly uglier Presbyterian church a few blocks down, and very plain white Catholic chapel that proclaims itself the center for Japanese Catholics in Los Angeles, and a nondenominational Protestant church that doesn't seem to have a proper ceiling and instead just has a bunch of pipes running under a lot of unfinished wood. 

Eventually they hit a Catholic Church with a sign that says "Our Lady Queen Of Angels", which at least looks like whoever built it had some concept of what they were going for at the time:

"Yes this is good," he says contentedly. "Thank you."

And he goes in.

Zana turns the volume on her Gameboy all the way down because playing a Gameboy in church feels kind of wrong. She keeps playing it anyway, though.

Normally Connor would pray but it actually is kind of uncomfortable trying to pray in a Catholic church. Maybe he'll pray that the Catholics are delivered from the error of their ways and come to true saving faith in Jesus Christ.

He walks around looking at the ceiling and mending his clasped hands and singing a praise song because he doesn't actually want to talk to God right now because he is pretty sure that the reason God is not being helpful is that he is being badly behaved and is planning to be even more badly behaved and isn't sorry at all. That seems like exactly the sort of thing that makes you not worthy of aid and so on. 

His hands heal up a lot slower than they would've at home.

Eventually Connor announces that it is time to go home. It's very important that they're home before dark, and it stands to reason that they're going to have to spend an hour on the bus again.