"An excellent idea, Miriam, masbut. We should look at the first ships leaving from among the ports of Boston, Philadelphia and New York, since an easy train ride is worth leaving a few days faster. We'll check on Poole up until our ship is ready to leave, but after that...well, there is little we can do for him now anyway. Until that time, I think groups of at least three should accompany each of us when we go to pack for the journey and settle our affairs, and we should phone in regularly, either here to the church or perhaps to Kensington's office to keep each other confident of our safety. Someone mentioned that before, I think, and I'm sorry we didn't listen.
"Maybe we should additionally reserve berths to some other destination, Brazil for example, later in the week, to hide our movements even further..." Jibril talks for a little while longer on other, increasingly elaborate ways to protect themselves, then stops himself, realizing that he's probably going a bit overboard, and probably needs to sleep, and maybe to paint a while, in order to calm down from his fright before. "Well, I'm just saying we need to be careful, in addition to getting out of here quickly. Sorry." He drinks his water, and looks down, purposefully not thinking about the zombies.
