Re: Campbells.
Ford relaxed visibly when Russell demonstrated clear understanding of what he was saying (communicating). He let his hands drop, and one can almost feel the invisible Nathan dissipating into the still bleached air.
Ford gripped compulsively at the straps of his backpack where they descended toward his hips, loosening and tightening. He looked at the double-doors again, distrustfully. Slowly, he nodded, acquiescing to the inevitable. He wasn't going to stay there, and he was too scared to be by himself.
Until he could be sure there wasn't any Mason left, Ford didn't want to risk it. He knew he wouldn't actually hurt anyone, but even thinking it would be horrible enough to figure out painless suicide. That freaked him out too. He turned a pale face up to Russell and nodded again. He came closer to Russell's side and moved with him toward the door.