"Thank God," Jim breathes, sitting back and quitting the worried hovering when Tadhg speaks. "I was scared you were gone, too, for a second. Geez."

He scrubs at his face with a hand, dismayed. He was hoping to be able to do something to help these kids, immediately, his own inability to wait for things coupling with the desperation over the fact that these were children and shouldn't have been treated this way.

But as much as he hates that they can't help the kids right now, he's glad his friend is all right, and he isn't about to test that connection again. "What did you see?" he asks. "Every little bit of information will help, I think. Anything you saw, or felt, or experienced."