Wolfram glanced in the rearview mirror, watching Misty and Connor for a heartbeat, before looking back to the road. "Good question," he muttered, "I...don't know, to be honest. Maybe the poison takes longer to work on Inhumans? Mayb–" he broke off with a yelp, clumps of debris narrowly missing his car. Sorry wolfies. The car accelerated even faster, until the road narrowed slightly, and buildings were no longer around them, replaced by a dark, eerie pine forest. He wished he had told River to come, she would have known exactly what to do. If Jenna and the rest can't find us, then we're doomed. "I don't know, Bleddyn. All we can do is guess why it's not working on us as fast as its working on the buildings."
