"Something like that. We are all visitors." Or victims. Or bait. Hard to tell, still. "Even the dogs and the crickets got caught up in whatever rapture happened here." That's one of the nicer thoughts Doc has had. That everyone who had been living here had been taken someplace else to shelter from the oncoming storm, and whatever higher power that might have been capable of such a deed brought these nonbelievers and unrepentants here in this life-sized dollhouse to endure the end of days.

Nicer than the thought of everyone and everything just dying out one day somehow, anyway.

"A few people have-... gone." He doesn't believe that the people who have died here have actually died. It's just some kind of-... resetting. The way the day kept resetting just last week, the way the buildings reset, shattered glass unbreaking, fire unburning, and all the rest of it. Maybe the people who are gone have actually died, or maybe they've made it home somehow, or maybe whatever happened to the original townsfolk happened to them too. Well, what does Doc know anyway? He is elbow-deep in the minutiae of daily life in this town and his hands are full as it is without getting involved in the mysteries of Mathias.

"A man by the name of Phil Coulson was here. He is no longer." Does that bring Daisy closure? Doc doesn't know. He at least gives her that one name, in case it means anything to her. After all, he had learnt of Phil through her, the first day they met. Maybe she can assume that the cowboy had learnt of Daisy through Phil. He won't correct her.

"I would like to think he managed to leave, but I do not know."