"Hijack whatever it is they're using to bring people here, send everyone back, and blow it up behind us so no one else can follow," she says. It isn't going to be that simple. It isn't going to be anything like that simple. But it's a goal, if a distant and tentative one.

She lifts the hand she'd rested on his chest to lay it along the back of his neck instead, as though there is some shelter for both of them in holding him close. "We'll figure it out. We just need to stick together."