"Long time ago says somethin'. They never rebuilt it. They replaced it with something else. As I recall, only twelve or so people survived that fire I was talkin' about. Good chance there weren't enough bodies to make rebuildin' it worth the trouble."

He knew, all at once, too much and too little about this place. It annoyed the hell out of him.

"It's this big mansion with too many doors and floors inside. It was important to them and we know that because there's a stack of pictures we've found spread out over the town; Townspeople, crowded together like they're at a family reunion and documenting it. Some of us got trapped there for a time. Not long enough. Now we can't get back. I know where it is, but the trees, the fog.." He shook his head and set the next file aside before rubbing at his face and carding a hand through his hair.

"I thought havin' another Marshal here would help me figure it out, but I don't think that's gonna happen until Mathis is ready." It wouldn't stop him from looking, but at least he was honest about the reality of the situation.