"Tell them where we're been, that we got the message they sent out. We get a list of numbers for each place we go--even here. Give them them, see if they can figure out where the train's gonna go next. Tell them what we've been doing."

It's all Tidus can think from what they have. What else did they have? Little--too little information, too little way of getting information. All they can do is throw out scraps and see if someone starts noticing the mess.

"That message too.. we should check it. See if it said anything." He pauses, a brief tug of his brow before he looks back at Roland with a finger pointing at him. "A number! You know, dash-four-eight-two-five-three-- documents have that sometimes. Or a name."

There might be, there might not. It wouldn't hurt to check either way.

"Whatever happens then..." He raises his shoulders, giving a shrug. "Maybe nothing! Maybe we got nowhere, maybe we do. Maybe they find us, but the train runs off. But you know what? I don't care. At least we're trying."