By the time the Governor said 5 minutes, James was running. He dove into the crowd of people that had yet to disperse and moved nimbly through them as quickly as he could. It only took him half a minute of flat-out sprinting to arrive at the apartment. James burst through the door and hurried to Sam's room, where his crowbar rested. When he entered he was surprised to see Sam out cold. 'That'll make this easier.' He thought, grabbing his weapon of choice. He picked up his gas mask, a relic from what happened to him years earlier. He stroked the mask almost lovingly; it had seen almost as many miles as James had, and it still worked just fine. James slid the gas mask into a pocket on his coat. 'That's everything, I guess.' Without a word and quiet as a ghost, James left the apartment. He knew that if Sam was awake, he might not have the strength to leave. He stopped at the neighbor's door across the hall, quickly scrawling out a note asking them to check on Sam. They wouldn't see it until well after he was in the Maze; no way for them to say no that way. 

With his business settled, James sprinted back passed the Governor's Office, slowing to a stop in front of the heavy metal doors separating the community and the Maze. He joined the group of people that had gathered there, looking them over. He knew some of them, but he couldn't think of any names to match their faces. He did recognize the man with dreadlocks and the woman; the man was a scavenger, and James might have worked with him once or twice. The woman was a medic; one of Sam's teammates, probably. The others were variably familiar to James, but nothing significant.