"I need to talk to her," he says softly, mostly to himself. If that's even possible anymore, if they'll see her again before they leave. Assuming they leave.

More and more, despite what Tom says, he's beginning to believe that this may be all they have left, now. When he looks at Neil again, he sees the congealing blood smeared over his right hand and he feels like crying. He should be happy. Neil is safe, they're getting out, they're going to be together again. But happy is about the furthest thing from him.

He turns again, looks back. The warehouse is half collapsed, the flames dying down, but the back of the theater has indeed caught and smoke is billowing out of several of its windows. Another building is also beginning to smoke. Even from here the heat feels like a physical force on his skin.

"Jesus," he whispers.