For a few moments more, he still stared, too conflicted to move. She was genuinely worried, he could tell, but the idea of returning somehow felt like a defeat. He had to find them, his wife and his son, he needed to make sure they were safe. But he knew, with just as much clarity, that he couldn't leave this place. He was being foolish to even try.

He couldn't move forward, but he didn't want to move back. So Greg remained, frozen in place.

"I... really..." He clutched at his hair, gulping for breath. "...really screwed this up... didn't I...?" He didn't know what it was, exactly, that he'd gone and ruined, but he was sure he'd made a mess of it, stumbling around like an idiot. "I'm, I'm sorry, I'm being a real nuisance, I thought..." His chest heaved. "I don't know."