You're really underestimating the perversion of old men.

[Erectile dysfunction and early bedtimes included. Nick curses, pacing away for a few steps before returning right back to where he started. He's not even about think of Cassie in this situation, though maybe he should - there'd be some serious juice behind that anger.

But for right now, he takes a deep breath to pull himself together.]

You're right, some of us have to get out. But maybe there's a better way.

[He looks down at his shackles, which bind his hand, brand him as a slave on sight, but they don't dampen his abilities.]

Can you outrun them?