"If nothing else, we can see what's stopping us from walking out of the city." Greta had said that there's some sort of barrier, but he doesn't want to take her word for it. It's hard to even conceptualize what that would be. He hadn't seen any great walls or barricades surrounding the city, but he doubts it will be that simple- their arrival by sea had but sudden and startling and impossible. What then, is this barrier like?

They walk out, and Jack directs them towards the train tracks. The train hadn't been how they had arrived, but they are how many people arrive in Darrow and, it seems, the only clear way of travel beyond its borders. It's still cold and Jack draws his coat around himself, wondering if maybe this journey should have waited until they both have some warmer clothes, but everything still feels so uncertain. He can't help but wonder if there's some window of escape that's rapidly closing.

He looks at the strange businesses and cars with a mix of curiosity and wariness as they pass, and soon enough they're beyond the city. The tracks themselves are unfamiliar, but he likes the crunch of gravel underneath his boots and the blue-grey of morning sky. After the tumult of their arrival, this trip doesn't feel safe or good or certain, but doing something feels necessary.