I know, she says, like she could possibly know anything. Who is she, to say that so confidently? She doesn't. Doesn't know that there is more than just people waiting, that there are lives at stake, that he is the only one who can prevent tragedy. Nobody else knows about it.

"I do not have that time," he says sharply, with just a hint of the anxiety and desperation that makes his head feel thick.

Not good enough. No word on when, nothing about how close they are, too much uncertainty. He needs to find this out for himself. He can't stop.

So he starts walking again.