In spite of Grey shaking his head, Curtis knew that Grey, at the very least, remembered the city. If he hadn't, there would've been no explanation for that stricken look on the boy's face.

"No," Curtis said, holding onto Grey as he watched him look toward Gilliam's room. It was nothing more than a small partitioned section of the tail, but compared to the bunks the rest of them shared, it was massive. Of course it was. "No, just... wait. Let me think."