It was already afternoon when Zachary arrived back at the heap of carriages he had been at before. The family he had tended to earlier was nowhere to be seen, but the skyway unit had not moved. It was not likely to move, as it is too heavy to be carried with any degree of ease, although a looter could possibly pry out the Cores, only to later find that they didn't do much which would be of use to them. Zachary parked his trolley next to it and headed back up to the heap of crashed carriages. The noon light had faded and the afternoon shadow was setting in. After a couple more hours of looking around he had to use his torch to inspect any promising carriages. Everything he had found so far had been either too big, too damaged or too buried to be of any use to him. But he had kept up hope, as this was a very large pile-up so the odds were with him.

Eventually his patience paid off. In the approaching dusk he spotted a one-man carriage which had been pulled from the wreckage. Excited, Zachary clambered over to it and peered inside, casting his torch's light on the interior. It had been stripped of cores, including from the engine, it had some bending in the chassis and the kinetic manifold was mangled, but this carriage was perfect for his needs. He would need to move it from here to some inside location before he could start working on it, but he could achieve that with some rollers. But that could wait until tomorrow. It was getting dark and labouring outside at night is too risky in the ruins of Sovereign. What he could do is find a safe indoors location nearby, where he could stash the skyway unit for the night and put the carriage in tomorrow.

He clambered back to the ground and walked over to where he left the skyway unit and trolley. He bent his knees down and, getting a firm grip on the heavy unit, he strained both himself and his powers to lift the thing off the ground and into the trolley. He dropped it in with a satisfying clunk, causing the trolley to shudder and roll a short distance. After stretching out his shoulders Zachary pushed the trolley along the street, checking for good places to turn into a garage. He found something that might be suitable- a broken shop. However, when he approached it he heard voices and movement from with-in, so he left it alone and moved on. The next such place he came across sounded empty, so he went in to inspect it, shining his torch inside. It used to be a bakery, by the looks of the shelves, oven and stale bread. He went deeper inside, only to come across a rather terrified looking woman hiding in the back room. Zachary put his hands up to show that he wasn't going to hurt her, then walked back outside.

On his third try he found an uninhabited place. It had been a grocery, from the faded signs and trays with a several pieces of spoilt produce. The smell reminded him of the supermarket, although less intense, and had probably driven away any potential inhabitants. Checked the back room to find it devoid of people, and also large enough to fit a small carriage if he cleared away the shelves. The stench would be an inconvenience, but little more than that. Retrieved his trolley and brought it inside into the back storage room. Satisfied, he left the trolley and skyway unit there and walked back home.