[The library has the same run-down, forgotten feeling to it that a lot of the houses they walked by had. Dark and the door held slightly ajar. Quentin heads straight for it.]

Uh, that's good to know. You know, in case I-- oh hey. So, when I woke up? When I got here? But back there, I saw someone dead in the snow. She-- he. Didn't look like they just died of old age, you know? They also looked frozen, but. I don't know who else to tell, and it seems wrong that they're just out there. Alone.