this was his world , this maze of concrete and rust and mold and damp , like the streets and broken buildings up top had been mine . and then came the eureka moment . `` what part of 'trust me ' did you not understand ? '' `` i travel light , '' he answers , heading back to the carriage house . `` it is a threat of some sort ? '' it made her look very small . and now , i give you-my son . '' 