"Flashlights? Huh." Who knew they sold flashlights at a sex shop. For finding the keys to those cuffs you might have dropped in the dark maybe.

"Story I heard was, back in the day when the boys didn't come back right from the war, waking up screaming thinking they were getting attacked and hurting people for no reason, wild look in their eyes, some folks just took 'em out back and put 'em down. Said they ain't never coming back from the war, called it a mercy." Of course a lot of things have changed since the Civil War but, no. He'd rather scour every inch of Mathias for medication than have to do anything too vigorous with a hemp necktie or a butter knife.

"I'm not sure I can count to four, but we'll work it out." Four hours that is. Time passes strangely here and he doesn't trust any of the clocks.

"He alright, you leaving him alone? He seems to... find your company reassuring."