Greg's thinking isn't too far off, either. The only thing that comes out of space ships is, by his experience, bad news. More than ever, he wishes the van wasn't ghost smoke right now.

Steven yanks him along, and Greg's sure not about to resist. Everything's getting worse and worse at an alarming rate. Steven's magic isn't working right (that happens all the time though, maybe not so much recently but it'll be FINE this is OKAY), those ships are getting closer way faster than the two of them can run, but so long as they can hide somewhere, it'll be okay. It'll be fine.

Unfortunately, the city itself still keeps warping and shifting around them, making cover difficult to find. It's feeling less and less like they actually are anywhere at all.