Maybe he'd go scrounge a niche for himself in the Hole if she died. Or maybe he could take Tragos' car and drive as far away from here as possible. South, this time. See if the car could handle the heat and the mountains in South America.
"Wanna use mine?" he asked, hearing his own voice from a distance. He knew he should feel worried, knew that whatever was happening was bad because Marcie was tough and Marcie wouldn't skip work for Hecate unless it was serious.
But that was all he could do. Just know it, and kinda clumsily hand over his phone.