Kudzu. Thorns and underbrush tangling his hair, snagging his jacket as he stumbles to his feet, grasping tree trunks with scratched-bleeding palms, pushing bedraggled hair from his face. Trees and miles of trees, stretched out in a dismal pattern he's come to recognize.

He won't miss that.

"Exciting's a word," Tim says neutrally, tipping his chin back to scan the surrounding tall buildings. "Crowded, though. Lotta people." His eyes flick to her and back again as he bites his lip, shrugs. "Lived around forests most of my life, yeah. Not sure I'll miss 'em for a while yet, though."