"A bar would be better," he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I could use a fucking drink that isn't the Great Flood come again."

She fell silent after that, though, and Murphy did as well. It gave him time to think. He didn't like that part so much. Because when he got to thinking, his mind went straight to Connor. And then he was worrying. His brother had to be around somewhere. So where Connor was, Murphy needed to be.

He was surprised she stopped when she did. There was a wall. A big wall. Which meant people like as not. And it was one of them thick ones like a person found on a really important or rich estate meant to keep the riff-raff out. So good chances were there was a decent home behind it.

And he couldn't believe he was saying it, but... "We have rope. Might be helpful in getting us over."