"Well," Derek starts as he looks at the map with his eyebrows lifted. "Assuming you can read the map and you don't end up on the wrong train, they're faster..." Stiles is probably better at this than Derek is, but he steps up beside the teenager and frowns as he tries to follow the paths presented before them.

It really shouldn't be this difficult to find the easiest route; they shouldn't need Stiles's fingers on the map, or Derek's — but he adds his anyway to trace what looks like the shortest route just to make sure that it is, in fact, going from here to the Wagon Wheel, because even though the lines are color coded, they're so tangled together, it's still a pain in the ass to decipher.

"This one?" he asks. "I think?"