Bart roused a bit again as Jessica brought the cabby over, and he forced another dim smile.

"Watch...back," he warned, before gritting his teeth. He wouldn't scream, not while he needed to stay strong and on top of things. He needed to survive this, then the tongue-lashings to follow. But trying to keep track of things as he got slid across the bench seat of the carriage was better than just passing out. He reached out, catching one of Jessica's hands and squeezing. "Be...okay. Promise."