It didn't matter that Raylan had already half been through the house once, he was back again and pushing his way boldly into Baneberry Hall. He'd stood outside for a long minute like the exterior of the house would give him something, he wasn't sure what, but when it hadn't relented, he had to. Raylan was still moving slowly, his feet and body still screaming at him to sit before he fell, but he was too stubborn to give that up.

There was so much house to go through, he knew he wasn't going to get through it all, but he could try. Starting one room at a time, despite the dust and grime that it left on his fingers. There had to be something here, there just had to be, considering the images of a young Malcolm being chloroformed still danced behind his eyelids.