Town Hall it was. Raylan wasn't even thinking about the night Tim had off'd himself otherwise he wouldn't have suggested the library, but his brain had been racing for the first alternative structure that would suit their needs. If Mathis aimed to kill them, she'd have to take down her main hall with them.

It took them longer than usual, it seemed like, but Raylan leaned his weight against Tim's and told himself that they could make it. They just had to keep moving.

Once past the doors, Raylan was looking for a place to put them both down at when Tim fell and as pushed as he already was, there was no keeping them upright. Raylan landed on the floor with a hard grunt, followed by a groan as he gave up and rested his head on the dirty stone tile. The reprieve from the storm let the exhaustion that he had been fighting creep into a stronger hold.

"Please tell me you're okay," he managed through heavy breaths. "Anythin' broken or bleedin' out?"

Raylan had wanted to ask out there, but the drive for survival had made him take his own hasty account of Tim's well being, and he didn't see any gushers but Tim would know better.