Henry grabbed another bottle and handed it off to Dean. "Yeah. I hired a, uh..." He scratched his head for a second and, when he couldn't come up with the right word, just shrugged and said, "I got a cab. I figure I'd just trust the guy that drove people around for a living rather than risk getting lost on my own." He chuckled a little at that, remembering how linear most of Walter's little worlds had been up until the Wish House. That one had clearly proved that Henry should never navigate on his own.