Harry shook his head. "No. Got a ride across the bridge, but went on my own from there. I can't find any bus terminals, no one seems able to direct me to an airport, and I can't find any maps of the place. I'd like to get back to Chicago and see what's happened to my friends, but..." He grumbled. "It's a bit frustrating. I've only got one reliable contact from home that I can tap for information, and I only just came across him."
He wanted to go back to Chicago. It was his home, his responsibility. Not just as Regional Commander for the Wardens - he'd been given that appointment because Chicago was his responsibility.