"Don't know you well enough to feel that strongly about it either way," Raylan replied evenly, ignoring most of the shots fired at him. Malcolm was half right but moonshine could barely be called a chemical he was dependant on. He was doin' well enough and since he was comfortable in that, nothing really bothered him.

He'd rather focus on putting steps behind them... Except suddenly there weren't anymore. Raylan frowned and looked back down the center well, already breathing easier for being up and out, and yet, not at all easier for having been down there in the first place. Well, at least he'd been right about something.

Lighthouse.

"Do you have a phone that works?"