His mouth twists unhappily; he doesn't like it very much, but they don't have a lot of options and none of the ones they do have are particularly good. So it might be as good as any of the others. He sighs, reaching up and taking Neil's hand, getting to his feet and grimacing for an instant at the twinge in his leg.

"If we're gonna go, we should go now." His hand moves instinctively to his gun, just verifying that it's there and in order. "The later it gets, the fucking scarier it gets." He starts toward the car door, shoulders hunched. Where the fuck is a pair of ruby slippers when you need them?