"It's not so bad," he insists with a one-shouldered shrug. "Just, y'know. Different." Most big cities are probably pretty similar at their core, he assumes. It's only a matter of learning new street names and a few other subtleties, that's all.

No one tell him that the cardinal directions haven't suddenly and mysteriously changed.

He lifts the paper a little higher, giving it a brief, gentle wave while making sure it's still safely clamped between his fingers, because he refuses to drop it at this point. "I'm gonna go straighten this out," Ghoul says confidently, making his way for the doors after the train pulls in to its station. As he darts out of the car, he calls back, "Thanks again. And, uh, also sorry again. I'll try to aim away from you next time."

So reassuring.