We need a sympathetic ear. If we have an opportunity to explain our situation...

Who in your estimation is that sympathetic ear?

The two men I journeyed with. I'm certain they're making inquires at this very moment.

I would be just as certain they are counting the money paid for delivering you to this place.

They were not kidnappers. They were artists. Fellow performers.

You know that? You know for certain who they were?

[Solomon cannot answer]

How I reckon the situation: whatever past we had... well, that's done now. The reality to come is us being transported southward. New Orleans if I were to venture. After we arrive, we'll be put to market. Beyond that... Well, once in a slave state I suppose there's only one outcome.