"I don't!" he snaps back. "I don't know what else to do!" He looks at his hand, trembling slightly, the skin still faintly abnormal. It slams the wall again, and he looks up with a jolt.

"We'll keep moving," he resolves, his voice audibly unsteady. "We'll, we'll come out somewhere, somewhere far away." He twists to look over his shoulder. This is too familiar, too much like those tunnels where he found Tim's files. "Somone else'll go for the kid and, and we won't be its problem anymore."