"You just keep me around for my devilish good looks. It's all right, Doctor Foster. I won't tell." It's nerves, a little sick giddiness peeking in at the edges. This is farther than he's ever got before. Last time, he barely made it two halls from his room.

When the guard yells, he keeps walking, his heart in his throat as he smothers the urge to bolt. He keeps walking, forcing his face into smooth, comfortable lines. It's the face he shows the press, the public. It's got him out of spending nights in jail. He only hopes it helps him escape this one. When Jane catches up with him, he gives her a quick, relieved look.

So, they got this far. They still needed a car. "What next?"