Despite being the one holding the gun when their plan was eventually foiled, Wrench doesn't think he got it quite as badly as the other two men. He assumes his first offense has not yet created a pattern of behavior the way it has for Arthur and Numbers, and he's got mixed feelings about that. Still, he's not eager for a repeat of the same. He drums his fingers on Arthur's shoulder as the man pens those last words, emphasizing his own agreement.

It's even weirder now to see those letters taking shape on the page, clearly formed by the man's hand but so similar to the handwriting of the boy he's only just had the rather unfortunate encounter with. It leaves Wrench smirking to himself, unable to fully mask just how eerie it all still seems to him.

We need a new plan.

Someone here you know now? John?