Oh, so his ring actually did take him to town? The only time the Scarecrow had seen one of the rings used was when he'd broken one himself- Depth Charge's- but it hadn't taken them anywhere. Well, it might have, but as far as he could recall, he'd found himself in bed immediately after shattering the jewel. Maybe it wasn't a fault in Depth Charge's ring at all- maybe they did work as promised, but he'd broken it too late. That did make sense, even if the timing seemed oddly coincidental.

As the Scarecrow filed that tidbit away as something to mention to his roommate later, a man stepped from the shadows. Another patient? He wasn't dressed like one, but he certainly didn't look like one of the guards or a witch, either. His warning seemed friendly enough, though. "Yes, that's awful kind of you to worry," the Scarecrow agreed, following Carter's lead around the stranger. "We know there are risks out there, but we'll be careful. Honest."