 We messed it up, Gladys. No trace of Briggs, which means he's alive and out there. That's not so safe for you. But we're safe here. Of course, Gladys. But we just happen to be leaving here. Oh, no, Stephen. I'm not going. That's impossible. The new warden's arriving next Tuesday morning. Oh? I hadn't thought of that. Gladys, even if you could stay on, I'd argue against it. But what about Briggs? It's a big world out there, remember? We'll get lost in it, you and I. So lost that no one will ever find us. Not even Briggs.