Dan finally turns. His eyes drop to Phil’s leg. The bandage is darker now.

He pulls Phil up. Phil sways, bites down on the pain.

: “You’re literally limping.”

Dan moves closer. Kneels in front of Phil. Takes his hands.

: “Last one to the car has to eat squirrel again.”

: “And you’re literally crying.”

(from the doorway, not turning around): “You keep doing that.”

(tearing up, but laughing): “Your hair looks like a wet crow.”

: “We go north. We find the cure. Or we find a reason to keep looking. Together.”

He clicks the transmitter off. The red light fades.

(looking at his leg): “This isn’t an if, Dan. This is a when.”