Nope. Sorry, kiddo. Cole has made himself entirely overlookable and out of the way—he's not far at all, but not near the tent, or in the car, where a person would be most likely to search for someone hidden.

How can he prove they're alive if he doesn't know? But they are—they must be. Everyone he's met (though they haven't all met him) has felt just as vital as anyone he knew before. But how can he show someone who can't feel it? Won't see it? A great tower looms over his thoughts; a pale monolith of memory in the distance, flickering. No, no no no, not like that, never like that, never again.

He's rocking where he sits, digging his fingernails into his knees. People can be hurt here, people can die. There are no other people where they are, none besides Nux. They have to get back behind the wall—then he'll see.