Had he known the flood was going to be the least of their problems, he might have spent some more time looking for Ellie and less time worrying about the house (he always worries about the people in it, so that is a moot point to dwell on). She is still nowhere to be found even after the storm and, worse still, he's also lost Wynonna, Yennefer, Tony Stark from across the road. Jeff and Athena from next door. Daisy Johnson - yet again - and Bucky Barnes along with. As he tallies up their evergrowing list of losses he becomes more certain that they have become separated again. Maybe they are lost to another place, or perhaps they were whisked away to the Other Mathias. In any case, Doc cannot be certain if they are truly lost or if he's the one who is lost to them until... well. Until some point in time when at least some of them reunite again, hopefully.

Torn between wanting to hunt down the missing persons and to keep an eye on the two feral troublemaking Marshals moping around 1306, Doc ends up spending the morning tending to the two village idiots to alleviate some of the anticipated guilt that would come with inevitably abandoning them in the afternoon to embark on his wild goose chase.

"You could give me one day of you not doin' sommin' stupid," Doc gripes, unable to keep the grumpy or the disappointment out of his voice completely. He resists the temptation to give Raylan a rough shove while he's slumped in his favourite chair, tries not to drip warm water everywhere neither as he tends to those abused feet, a first aid kit sitting open and ready on the floor. Hopefully, not being able to walk again wasn't what Raylan had in mind when he wanted to get John Henry down on his knees.