Quinn didn't care if he found anyone alive. He just wanted to get away from Minnesota and the twins. As he stood outside the twisted hulk of the crashed Day Wanderer and took in the vast wealth that went into creating the wasted mess, he started to feel angry. He wasn't sure where the anger was coming from, exactly, only that it rose from the depths of him, filling him with a fire he never felt before, like a bubbling volcano rising to the surface, so close to exploding he felt blisters would break out on his skin if he wasn't able to get it out.
He turned from Minnesota after tearing the map from the wall and hurried the other way, deeper into the ship, glancing once over his shoulder to make sure the twins hadn't followed him. As he rounded the corner out of their view, Quinn paused and
