Murphy realizes he will always be at the bottom of any order, the bottom of the barrel. The dirty gum sticking to the sole of your boots.

He wishes Bellamy was here. Bellamy, Echo, Monty, Harper, Emori. Anyone.

But he's stuck with Rocket and Frank. Things could be worse, Murphy supposes.

"Yeah," Murphy mumbles. "Punkass kids usually have reason to act like shits." Murphy knows, he used to be one. "Let's be the good guys and take in some criminals."