Like a parent dressing two kids for school, he pulls the straps tight on their shoulders and looks at them both. They want more of an explanation, more details to remove the uncertainty, so he gives what he has: Look, he knows where we’re going. Those explosions have drawn in every freak between us and the docks so this is going to be our best chance of getting out of here and onto your boat Brian. We need to go.
Sarah: Maybe we can leave a note.
Tommy: I left all of my crayons at home Sarah… and I’m out of pee.
Sarah: I’m not joking around! He left to get us food, gave us weapons and saved me from being eaten alive. We should leave a fucking note ok!