Not just the carnival, but everywhere. How long until these holes begin showing up in the Mayfield that's supposed to be stable?

[He's going to guess "soon".]

The whole way? [He spares a second to give Virginia an uncertain look.] Only if they're between us and our goal. I know the shortest route from here... [But he frowns and nods towards the classroom door, indicating for the better armed ones to go ahead.] But it would figure if that's the worst route to take, wouldn't it?

[But he'll draw his sword free of its sheath, for what good it'll do once they hit the outside.]