'Course he isn't, at this pace. He's just trying to find someplace to rest for two seconds so he can zip himself the rest of the way. Unfortunately, Dead And Deader And All Their Merry Friends are makin' that a real difficult prospect. More than it has to be.

He keeps moving at his own achingly slow pace, trying not to look as tired as he feels and knowing his failure is painfully evident, based on the sweat sliding off the edges of his skull.

"Delight's housing, Number One."