"Maybe we just haven't seen that part of town yet," Malcolm offered. "At any rate, I reiterate: I need something I can put on myself and take off myself. No... tying me to the bed," he said, giving Doc a sidelong look. "I'll find something. After we find the house, I'll go find something."

He took a sip of coffee, then set his cup aside and took a small bite of eggs.

"Do you really think the fog will continue to push back?" he asked Raylan. It was a note of hope he vaguely recalled the Marshal offering the night before.