Jack calmed down a little once they got on the subway. There were about a million stops on the train. It was only five o'clock, but they'd figured if they got to the bridge early they might get the jump on anyone trying to spring a nasty surprise. Plus, looking at the map Lucy had loaned them, it might take that long to find a bus that would take them even close by.
Jack spent the rest of the journey catnapping, his newfound energy already spent. He woke up with a start every time the train lurched or screeched a little too loud, then sank back into a fitful slumber. Good, thought Ava. Sleep it off.
Do you think Jack can keep his cool for long?