Thankfully he does not have to choose. They are there, together, and Jacob still feels elated by that fact. He's truly glad that Charles has the feather though, a sacred important thing. Maybe not more important than a living breathing person, bit still important.

"I'm not sure were going to find anything more than plastic rubbish." He says, but still with good humour. He doesn't understand what half the so-called toys are that they've found. Some are dolls, some are cars, but some talk or move or light up and are beyond him. He didn't get toys at christmas. It wasn't celebrated in his time like it is now.

"There's still a few boxes over there. Maybe there are more inside."