"Well-- thanks-- d'you see anything resembling a precinct house? A working phone, even?"

Dar shrugs slightly.

"Look, we've just been assaulted by fictional plants and we're surrounded by things that pretty clearly used to be skyscrapers a few months ago. I don't think we can find anybody who's got the time or the inclination to deal with him. If he's lucky he'll wake up before the next wave of triffids shows up, and if we're lucky he won't think to follow us, or at least won't succeed at it."