Wolfgang has them take the bus. They could use magic, but then the both of them could also end up in Sicily, and they don't even know what time it is there. And no one's going to start shit with some mutant at this hour of night when he's sitting with such an obviously crazy homeless person.
“I'm not surprised.” That they've started asking questions. That they know where to start. The Sentinel Program feels as inevitable as a barbed wire fence.