Over piles of rubble and through doorways lacking walls, Thumbs ran and ran, pushing himself to the limits of his body. He sprinted through the broken streets, gaining ground and making time. When there were obstacles, he went around, sometimes over, and occasionally underneath. Cresting a small mountain of rubble, he spied a lone figure standing in the middle of an empty lot a half a block ahead of them. Lurching off to the side, Thumbs forced himself to stop in the lee of a section of macadam tilting upward like a skateboard ramp. Releasing Delphia and Silver from his grip, he slumped to the ground, dripping with sweat, gasping for breath.