BEN WINSTON: Starting to wonder about this compass. I mean, do they even work underground? Or maybe Marty's sending us on some fucking goose chase just to get his rocks off. I wouldn't put it past him. Every time we get to a fork in the tunnels we end up having a fight. Nobody's sleeping. And - worse, nobody's eating. We only had two days' worth of food. Figured there was no way it would take longer than that - I mean, walking to Brooklyn can't take that long. Right? Jesse's trying to skewer rats, but I'm not that gone. Not yet.