If there is the facial equivalent of a record scratch, that's pretty much what Carter is doing. He gapes, opens his mouth, the words won't quite come and instead turn into a incoherent sputter. He purses his lips and exhales, then tries again.

"They... showed up again."

He says it slowly, reiterating the words.

"They died and you buried them and they showed up again."

There's a certain helplessness on his face, like he doesn't quite know what to do with this information. He has it now, it's there in his grasp, but it's almost abstract. Like he knows the words but can't quite get at their meaning.

Eventually he leans forward, like he's afraid of being overheard.

"Are you talking zombies? The undead?"