Once again, there was that wave of hope that crested with Llewellyn saying he'd found other people, only to crash when the name that followed wasn't Connor's.

Fuck. Fuck.

This time, it was harder to keep the simmering dread and worry from his face, kept down only by his determination to not totally freak out on this guy he'd known all of five seconds. Pushing his hands through his hair, he turned away from Llewellyn for a minute to try and collect himself, to try and calm down despite how bad his head hurts. Maybe someone else had found him, maybe he was who one of the girls had found.

It took him a second to realise that Llewellyn had asked him a question, and just as long to actually shake his head to snap himself out of it long enough to answer him.

"Uh- Murphy. I'm Murphy."