Francis wanted to look out the window, to see if he could call for help if need be. Or hop out if they were stopping. He was too fearful to turn from the mad man before him though.

"You'll end up in bedlam!" he said to him. How often had they threatened him with such a thing? He was mostly harmless, at least. He didn't wish to see people in coffins. Where had his wonderful plan gone so wrong.

"They'll tie you up and lock you away forever in a tiny dark room with the screams of others to keep you company!"