Parker watches from her vent with interest. He sure talks a lot. She scoots a little closer to the edge of the vent, peering around the room, but there's definitely no one else there. The only person he's talking to is himself. It seems like he's trying to find out more about the town's history, which she has to admit makes sense, in the Historical Society. It might be interesting to find out what he's learned, once he's done with all the research stuff, but watching him dig through files and ask himself questions is honestly pretty boring.

Raylan kicking the desk and flinging himself right on his butt had been pretty funny, though. She'd managed to stifle any giggles and stay silent when it happened, but unfortunately he hadn't been the only thing that had been sent sailing though the air when he'd kicked the musty old desk.

It takes a while for the dust to make its way up to the vent, but make its way up it does. And that's when the inevitable happens. There's a single, quiet sneeze.

And then silence.