"I'm having a melt down," Tom muttered, glaring out the windows at the dirt and destruction, mouth twisted in a harsh line.

"Lets find Yang, find some real food, some water, and just take it from there."

He looked back at Neil, grinning slightly when he saw Mike's hand. Jarring, even after a few years on the Island, out of place against this setting.

"It's not far now, anyway."