Then... ( What is it? Sunday stands beside him to peer through once again, focusing his attention better as they're closer - each individual crow angrily gunning their beaks towards them across the ocean. He wouldn't be so worried if they didn't previously prove their ability to feel pain. )

We can't stay here. Do you know any other areas we can use to seek refuge? Someone told me about some basement. How do we get there?

( That's pretty much his answer - no, he can't fight. And it's not like he has the ability to steer the dream - or whatever this is - into his favor. The dread seems to stir the birds to move faster, too, reacting directly to his emotions. He grabs Six by both arms, almost shaking him. )

Tell me.