The criticism lands like a punch to the gut, and Greta blanches, then just as quickly turns crimson. Who is he to tell her what they should have done? And how dare he imply that she deliberately endangered the child she worked so hard to have?

"He's safe enough with the girl," she snaps, "because no one's after the two of them. It's Jack everyone wants, the giant included." Said giant might be making a colossal mess, but it's also not deliberately stepping on infants.

With that, she falls into a tight-lipped, furious silence. There's no point in telling him anything more; he can't possibly help her. Bellowing names into the distance might just as easily attract the giant - or the Witch - as the people she's trying to find. And she doesn't want his help. She doesn't want him here at all.