[Incredible. Absolutely incredible, as Rosinante leans in wide-eyed to pore over the map. This is exactly the sort of information they've been needing all along. Must be something like what Robin has, which she had declined to share. "Wasn't fun," she'd said, as if any of this life-risking they're doing is fun. He's still bitter about that.

Alongside it, he unfolds the brochure he'd brought with him - a duplicate, as the first was lost in the wreckage of the cog. It's a dirtbike trail map from the cycling shop and among the trails listed is a very close-by trail labeled "to Downtown" that seems to start at roughly where the museum now stands.]

This is incredible, Sir. I can add this, found at the bike shop. Jason Grace and I recently tried to get there by water, figuring it would be faster to sail along the coast. I'm sure you've all seen the outcome of that, but I'd still like to try again - by land, this time.