"Shh," Eden says, resting a hand on his arm for a moment. "Luke, please." Stranger or not, she cares, she always cares, wants badly to make sure people are okay. He's going to hurt himself if he isn't careful. Stepping away from the bed, she ducks down to pull the bag out from under the chair. "It's here. It's right here. A plane won't get you out of here either. Nothing will take us out of town, not people like you and me."