"Okay," Tom said, latching on to that meager plan like it was a masterpiece, something they could follow until the rest of the world came online again. It was something, a start, and he knew by now that Neil wasn't anywhere near the beached whale bones of Millennium Stadium.

The cars. Yang. Yang might be a good place to start...

On impulse, he grabbed Mike's wrist and hauled him close, briefly resting his forehead against his jaw.

"...thank you."