he could still feel it , however , like a tumor , but as he bolted away from the prison with a new direction in his immediate sights , he honestly felt a tingle of hope , maybe not hope complete , or hope in a perfect and happy ending to the current crisis , but a sense that he was on the right path to helping his son , which was better than where he had been moments prior , shunned by his friend , doubting himself , while working with abstract pieces of fragmented clues and dreams which only seemed to frustrate him more and more .