The truth is he doesn't know where he's taking them either. This is a stress dream — every single narrow alley, every street, every sidewalk is just a gateway to another. Twists and turns and corners that don't seem to take them any farther from the thing than when they started.

"It's them," he breathes, heart beating wildly. "Shit, we gotta get out of the city. They're gonna rip it out of the ground..."