Heaving a sigh, he lead them to a pair of empty seats, cutting angry looks at anyone who wandered too close. By the time the train lurched forward, there was a wide radius of empty seats around them and a car full of uncomfortable people averting their eyes.

The arm... it wasn't something he wanted to talk about. The damage to the joint had been extensive, and by the end of it, the doctors had made their amputation above the elbow. He looked at it and was reminded of Gilliam, a connection he had a new found hatred for.

"I was... I was trying to get to him. To Timmy. We found him, in the engine," he said, gritting his teeth. "I guess I couldn't get out of there without leaving something behind."