Alex is right on that, forcing his legs into overtime. He can keep up the pace regardless of what his body wants to tell him; no way in hell he wants to go back to the rooms. The guards--how are there still so many, goddammit?--are moving past people in the crowd to follow. The electric hum of cattle prods reminds him that keeping one step ahead of them is a damn good idea.

He'll make it. He's gotta make it. Elle's at home waiting, Josh couldn't have saved him for nothing, there are people on the Tranquility he has to check up on--

They're coming, Murphy. They're surprisingly fast and perk at the sight of a flurried movement in the parting crowds.