As they're still secured together, it's easy enough to give Marty something to lean on, if those first few steps are harder than he expected. But, to Jacob's relief, the other man seems to quickly get to grips with the aches and the pain that come along with the injury, and they head forwards. Marty's idea about leaving a trail seems like a good one, and Jacob nods his approval.

But just to be sure, he flexes his wrist again, letting the hidden blade slide free, and scratches a mark into the uneven flagstones underfoot. "Just in case those bushes grow back somehow, I don't think I trust any of the plants around here."

"Really? I always thought the point was finding the middle. Getting out is easy then." After all, every way you go on the way out takes you further from the centre. But that's getting a little philosophical. "I've heard screaming. Seen people in the distance when I was on higher ground. But not meet anyone, save you and her. You?"