"I don't like it," Miranda said, although that much had to be obvious for every single human being in the city. At least Miranda knew about the supernatural world - what must it be like for those that didn't? Maybe the people who came out of this alive wouldn't be the lucky ones, really. How many were going to end up in a mental asylum somewhere for the rest of their days, unable to deal with this? Miranda felt on the verge of it herself.
"I've been walking for hours," she told him as they moved, just closing her eyes and letting him physically lead her, keeping her grip probably tighter than was comfortable for him. But she couldn't even let herself loosen up. "I didn't even know if I was going in circles."