This... really wasn't going to work for Cox, at all. Being crazy, while definitely having its advantages – namely, not having to believe this insanity was true – wasn't going to help with the fact that he and his son were now vehicleless in the wrong city. Jordan was going to kill him. Or, try, at least, but since she hadn't succeed after this many years, he figured he'd likely survive it.
It was at that point Jack decided this was no longer entertaining and began to chant 'Daddy' repeatedly while swinging his legs. Fantastic. Now he had a hyper kid on his hands. Solely his hands.
"Right, so," he drawled, eyeing the guy. This hadn't been productive but it needed to be real quick. "Bus stop? Can you possibly point me to the nearest one. You know, since you're the welcome wagon and all."