"What? Prob'ly. You know. Flappy things." He moves his arms, helpfully. "We gotta help him." Terrence staggers towards the door, has to lean against it but he is mobile again! Hooray for him!

IS THAT WHAT CRASHED INTO THE WINDOW?! "Okay, you, Oscar and Inaaya get to the station. I'll pay for the room and run to the station after you."

"We're going to check on him! Here, c'mon, lean on me instead of the door."

Sure. Terrence leans on Inaaya and probably practically bowls her over, but he's mostly upright and just needs a little stabilization. He's doing good again by the time they make it to the front door of the inn.

Jing Yi has broken a land speed record for paying for things and then running to train stations. (There's just a hastily scrawled check on the counter. The perfect crime payment system.)

The sky's not a comforting sight but he can look at it and form unrelated, mostly-coherent thoughts now.

Sal is not the easiest person to spot, since he is curled up against the outside wall with his hands over his head. He looks up and stands when he hears them, though.

"Oh thank god," says Terrence, sighing in extreme relief upon seeing Sal alive and not maimed. "Did you see it??"

He nods mutely.

Oh thank god someone can corroborate. This makes him swooning in front of his colleagues slightly less embarrassing.

At least he's not afraid of the sky, though. Weird. TERRENCE can handle these things.

"I'm not sure 'get on a train' is a great way to deal with people attacking us with bats, but right now it seems like a great plan."

"It definitely seems better than staying at the pub. Sal, do you need help with anything?"

Sal is not going to corroborate anything right now. Sal is going to silently wait for this train and wring his hands. He shakes his head.

Oscar remembers Sal boasting about not avoiding things he's scared of-- and he feels smug for a second, before hating himself for it.

Time to wait for a train and hope no one attacks them!

(Time to feel bad as the adrenaline crashes out of him and as he ruminates on the fact they left Jennings unburied!)

Cool! Terrence is managing so well. He watches all around for someone trying to murder them, and also trying to manage his breathing and keep a full panic attack at bay, so like, that occupies most of his mental focus.

On the train, which presumably isn't too crowded, he pulls The King In Yellow out of his bag and starts reading it. (He keeps the cover covered, so as to maintain a little plausible deniability for anyone watching that it's the Banned French Play, but like, it's not too much of a guess what well-annotated book Terrence might be reading.)

Oscar isn't even going to open the book he brought because nothing makes him feel more like his brain's being eaten than how little he can follow a novel right now. For a second, he feels vaguely jealous of Terrence for getting so immersed in a book.

Sal sits down in the train, and thinks about the terrible winged thing that nearly attacked them twice, and then about Jennings' insides coming out, and then about how Jennings is dead and William Way is dead and that orderly is dead except this time it happened in front of them, and he thinks about how they're abandoning all these people and he might be a fugitive now, and he bends his fingers backward and bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn't break down right there.

Inaaya is staring at the train and thinking about geometry and tracking everyone else's emotional state in case she needs to manage it, and that is the only thing she's doing, because there are times where it's okay to make herself nonfunctional in order to process her feelings but this isn't one of them.

She is not worrying about what she's going to say to Joan, or thinking about Jennings dead and probably someone else dead and how probably more people are going to die and it's not her fault exactly but it's not not her fault either. She isn't. And if she is then she tugs her hair and puts herself back on track with more geometry.