"You are impossible," says Sherlock with another aggravated noise, trying to make the train go faster through sheer dint of will.

It doesn't. It does go, though, and soon it dumps him at the stop closest to the Taxon forest. He switches the transmission to audio for the time being -- not like it makes a difference to Scott, anyway -- so he can use the map. Yes, there's the dot labeled Scott Summers, stumbling along through the forest. Sherlock heads in that direction with the tablet held out in front of him like a map. "Concussions cause brain damage, however slight -- even ones incurred by tripping over roots," he says, glaring at the map like it's Scott's obstinate face. "Evidently you've tripped over more roots than I thought."