"Few hours. It was already dark when I returned." And then he sort of just sat there in the garage in some kind of catatonic state, but who's counting? "Moved some of the stockpile and the liquor upstairs. I'll bring them back down for ya." Would be cruel to make Raylan climb and crawl for his moonshine.

After he's done with the cleaning up, Doc pats Raylan's legs down dry with the last fresh towel he has on standby before he gets up to put all those things away, pouring the dirty water out and adding to the laundry. He washes his hands and returns to where he'd been kneeling, patching Raylan up where necessary.

"I was hoping Ellie would have returned, but when I ventured next door I could not find Yennefer either. Tony Stark was not in his house across the road. And your new friends Jeff and Athena are not next door the other way either." It seems they are alone on this corner of Phillips Drive. It doesn't bode well.

"I-- called Wynonna. She didn't answer," Doc adds quietly, as though he doesn't want to talk about her. Maybe not in front of Tim.