Raylan had fallen in line to get upstairs and very ungently tossed the room, tearing open the closet and the bathroom door to the master before recongregating himself downstairs with a look on his face that suggested terrible things for the wrong face to get in front of.

"Now we look everywhere else. For anyone. Anyone who died with us." Then they start over. They had no idea if they were ever getting out of this red hellhole, ever getting back to Doc and Malcolm, so it was one step at a time. Food. Shelter. Sanity, if that was even possible for them again.

"Meet you back in town center in a few hours?"