"Perhaps built something I shouldn't have, but I don't think that was it. I felt unconcerned in my- ruins. Satisfied." If not as safe as he'd felt in Sam's little sanctuary. "I wasn't concerned about these there, either. They began opening after I'd gone wandering around most of the more accessible spaces."

A firm rub across the eye under his real one makes the eye close, turn back into the faint scar that belongs there, but another opens on his shin, and Jon sighs.

"I've had a few offers on the 'get me out of here' sort, but no one with firm plans." Which doesn't appear to bother him. "Has Ambrose said anything else to the people upstairs? Been present, at all? I know new people are arriving."