[L worries frequently, and apart from Watari, no one has ever really "gotten him." His safety was a transient, volatile thing that he never took for granted, and this instance is no exception. As they pass through the junkyard, he remains wide-eyed and vigilant; even if Heather has taken even the basic responsibility of carrying his own weight quite literally onto her shoulders, he can at least try to be more aware and helpful than a sack of sticks.

He gazes up once they're in the middle of the junkyard. It looks like a bug trap, he thinks, the sort of place something would end up after it's been ensnared for the idle pleasure of a child.]

There's a way out?