It was getting late. The amount of survivors made the flight an unlikely option, and coming up with an alternative would probably take some time. But the night wasn't a time for that. Rookwood suggested that they should rest for the night and sort their situation out.

Meredith was staring down on the sidelines, having calmed down considerably yet still shaking. "Poor lad", Rookwood thought as he approached him once again. "Hey..."

*snatch*

Meredith was running away before Rookwood could register his bag being stolen from him. He was heading towards the forest without second thoughts.
"Hey!" Rookwood ran after Meredith without second thoughts either. And like that, both of them disappeared into the forest.

[Exit]