If she's watching, it shouldn't take her too long for her to spot the black and gold hand peeking under the sleeve of his light grey hoodie after he grabs the bottle of moonshine and sets it down on top of the bar.

He doesn't answer that it does. But for a split second, Bucky's face conveys a sad but certain acceptance about being alone.

A glass is pulled over and some clear liquid poured into it. "Yeah, few new houses. The biggest one seems to be some sort of asylum. The other is a bed and breakfast. There's an old church and the chasm is gone now, too."

He drinks a mouthful.

"What's the last thing you remember happening in town?" Bucky asks to get a good idea how long the girl has been gone for.