Duck debates never, ever moving again, which might be worth it if it means whatever's to his left leaves them the hell alone. It would also mean he'll never make it back to Geoffrey, however, so Duck puts one foot forward, and then the other, and when death fails to come crashing out of the bushes, they all move forward down the path unscathed.

Duck breathes a small sigh of relief and risks a glance at Kate. "How you doing?"