Mick came out and it took a few because, to further Leonard's pain today, Mick was on crutches. He moved slowly along to the car and fumbled around to get into it. He tossed the stupid things on the back seat and huffed. He had the worst of his burns concealed but his hand was clearly bandaged up and his face was pretty scrapped too.

"What you sitting here staring at me for? Drive, idiot. Like I said, before six. It's almost five, we gotta get a move on."