‘Yeah. Let’s go down there in search of one person like a needle in a Florida-size haystack, and if we don’t find anything and civilisation really is only you, me, a seventy-year-old-woman in Bethesda, some tax-obsessed Pennsylvanians, Chris and his kids in Chicago, and an Axe-Mannequin, then so be it. Besides, we can always walk back up after the winter to let Henri know either way.’
