[Henry's heart is beating a little fast, but he holds onto her hand, like he's ten again. But he holds on, very unwilling to let go for now. The paranoia is setting in, just a bit, but right now there's still too much relief at seeing her, so his thoughts don't go straight to what she could do.]

It feels like something bad is going to happen. I mean...worse than just this. People are going to get hurt, or...die.

[His eyes flick up to meet hers in the gauzy darkness.]

We can't stay in here. I don't want to be inside.