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Jacob: Okay, now we need to use our brains to solve this enigma.

Emma: Let’s just ask Millard instead.

Bronwyn: Hey Millard, what’s the solution?

*silence*

Bronwyn: …Millard?

Horace: Oh God. We lost him.

Enoch: We left him at the station. He wasn’t with us on the train.

Emma: I feel horrible. Poor boy, I wonder where he is right now. Maybe he’s suffering under the rain…

Bronwyn: …hungry…

Emma: …naked.

Bronwyn: Poor, poor boy.

*meanwhile, in a warm living room full of precious furniture, with three sofas and tea and biscuits (so British) on a small table*

Millard, covered by stolen clothes, drinking tea and talking with a lovely old woman: *thinking* Enjoy your fuckin train, you fake friends.