It takes a moment for common sense to win out over rage, and then Tom's left shaking in the wake of adrealin, covered in a cold sweaty and his heart beating madly against his empty ribcage, echoing through his blood. He opens his mouth to apologize to the man and stops himself when he flinches back. Digging in his pocket, he tossed the man a few of the tinny, local coins for terrorizing him and turned to Mike.

"How the fuck did this happen?" he said, swallowing hard. "He wouldn't have...he wouldn't have taken off. If he'd gotten hurt, we would have found him when it clear out. I..."

He gritted his teeth, fingers curling. "...shit."