[He wasn't sure what he was going to get from that, but that determination, that promise to help... his heart aches and he smiles in a way that looks as though he's trying not to cry with gratitude.

He knew you were a good kid, Peter.

But he should focus for now. He shakes his head.]

I'm not worried about the dead. It's the living I've got to worry about.

[He glances back, where the clients move about with the destruction and Imelda and Avery stand nearby.]

I'm hoping to make it to one of those trees without anyone noticing. I'll shift back to a skeleton behind one and after that I'm sure I can make it to the forest. Even if I've got to split myself apart to do it. If you could, maybe, try and direct those guys to shooting at the undead on the opposite side, that would help.

[A breath rushes out. This is happening. This is really happening. He's almost there.]

Oh, and one more thing.

[With only a short and uncertain pause, he reaches forward and hugs Peter tight. Then he steps back.]

Thank you. And don't forget what I said, Peter, take it easy on yourself. Also there's a guitar in my room back at Daybreak. If this all goes well, it's yours.