Martin follows John inside eagerly, too desperate to be out of the cold for any trepidation to show. He stops when John stops, however, no clear ideas about where to go from here, no confidence in his own decision-making abilities. The receptionist smiles at them both, and she clearly knows Mr. Keane, as do the others who notice him; but most everyone seems rather preoccupied with their own business.

Seeing other children running around is considerably less comforting than it might have been. After a moment spent nervously worrying at his lower lip, Martin turns to look up at Mr. Keane.

"Y-you're not going to leave us here, are you?" he asks. He almost says something more about having a mum to go home to, but he bites it back. He doesn't want to be told again that terrible story about being brought to some faraway place, as if hearing it again will make it more true. True or not, he's sure he doesn't want to be left here. There has to be somewhere better for them to go, somewhere they can figure something out. Maybe.