"Mm, Malcolm Bright stayed here a night or two before we talked him into a real place. You could ask him. He might have seen somethin'." Though, anything he might have seen might have been a hallucination, so Raylan wasn't sure how far he could throw that trust piano, but that wasn't something he would or should tell Quentin.

Collecting the two books he'd already plucked off the shelves and tucking them under his arm, Raylan looked over as Quentin came and nodded towards the door before heading that way.

"So, uh.. Can I ask what the last thing you remember before wakin' up here was? I can share mine but I promise it will be borin' as hell."