[Raylan watched Five move sidelong, still very curious about his whole entire gig. Sharp mind, sharp enough to be drawing equations all over his wall. Klaus had said it was Five's story to tell - Raylan wondered if he would.]

You know when New England was settled? [Impressive.

Raylan shrugged at the question and the following suggestion.] Cult was my first guess when I got here and I'm stickin' with that. Least til I'm given somethin' better to work with.

[He ambled lazily into the middle of the room.] Threw 'em down a mine maybe, bloodlet them out in the woods or somethin' which really.. just brings me back to cult. Ocean is too free, too.. busy. Exile comes back to haunt a place. Oh maybe they kicked out a soul or two, important ones that didn't insult enough to call for such kinds of measures but..

Things get weird in small towns. Somethin' went wrong here, just a matter of us figurin' out what.