Nick looks a little green. Thirty- That's worse than any pirate attack, worse than an entire island village burning down. And it was in one day.

It takes a minute of deep breaths to remind him that thirty all at once by violence really isn't that bad, compared to less noisy deaths by starvation and accident and disease and old age in a hundred other places.

He tucks the newspaper into a pocket, intending to recycle it out of sheer habit. Then he looks for the magic laundry basket he originally came out for.