The grip against his chest was a solid reminder that this wasn't a hallucination or a nightmare, that Tim was still a viable, breathing body next to him and it helped steady him against the violent gust of wind that shoved him into the smaller man. The wind was a great excuse, but Raylan needed it and his own free hand came to fist into the fabric over Tim's stomach.

He was grateful for the immovable ground that met them after the shifting sands - that made moving a little easier, but the wear was still there. Raylan shook his head at the suggestion and leaned in to answer.

"Your first idea wasn't bad, just needs some adjustment. Town Hall or Library? Let's see if this bitch'll hit her own important landmarks." It didn't hurt (though it didn't occur to Raylan) that there were tunnels in both those locations.