This has been a bogus time to surface so much. Everyone else in The Underground is jonesing for a way out of the mess they're in, and that means it's her job to take them somewhere better. So she does. This place doesn't come with a giant sky eye deleting anything it doesn't like the look of. Rad! Good enough for her.
"Well, last time we had a comb, and we just used it to get around when we were ready, but the trowel pointed Clair right at the body. So maybe it'll tell us where next." Emmy pulls the trowel out again and holds it in various directions.
Indeed, the trowel points. It leads them back to the subway, which looks out of place with its entrance set into the hill itself.
"You'd think it would just dig where there was dirt, but I guess it wants metal. Hungry little thing."
Crazy Jane sits down.
The trowel isn't pointing down, or at the seat. It's pointing at the door to the next car.
"Never mind. Gimme that. This is gonna take forever if we let it lead us up and down this whole train."
"I think we should follow it!"
There's a POP sound and she's gone.
She opens the door to the next car shortly.
"My way is faster. We can go car by car, it'll be fun."
"Okay, but I want to hold the trowel."
"Sure, kid, we can, like, do whatever."
She takes Emmy's hand and POP!. Next car. Flit gives it about five seconds for a trowel check before POP! to the next car. The trowel continues to point forward until eventually...
"End of the line!"
They're in the last car, which contains just them and Driver 8.
She looks at them with a neutral expression.
"Can I help you?"
The trowel is now clearly pointing at Driver 8.
"Maybe," says Emmy, stepping a little closer. She circles around Driver 8 to see if it's pointing at her or at something near her.
Circling around Driver 8 reveals that the trowel is indeed pointing even further; past the "end of the line".
"I guess we need to get off and walk?"
"...the two of us, yeah."
She crosses her arms before Crazy Jane finishes speaking.
"That's not a good idea. I drive, you ride, and at the end of the line, you front. There are rules."
"What will happen if we walk past?"
"I don't know. It doesn't sound good."
"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a reason not to try it. This is a quest, right? We're not going to get to the end by being scared."
"And the trowel seems to know what it's doing."
She nods, looking simultaneously reluctant and encouraging.
"Right. This is your stop, then. Good luck."
"Thanks. See you next time."
And off they go, into the great unknown. It's- a bit of a hike, as the incline grows steeper. Very steep, actually, to the point where it's more like scaling a wall with infinite handholds; it would be difficult to fall off without letting go or losing your grip, but gravity is working against them. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter.
Is this any easier for a griffin?
It is, in fact, easier for a griffin. Palisade can soar right into the light.
Below, Flit has the same idea.