"A different footprint, but Baneberry is a similar kind of place. The Lodge was someone's home. Several libraries, a expansive kitchen, and endless amount of hallways upstairs it seemed." It's where he'd found Will Graham, covered in blood and hysterical, where Klaus had questioned if he was an alcoholic or not. John Constantine had been here too. He still missed that British fucker.

"There's old maps and keys and I know they went to some of them doors, now I think they might have gone to the tunnel gates. I'm convinced the tunnels connect to it. As to why it's out there.. I'm not sure. Could be that it's the oldest building, the original. It was beloved, that we know for sure. Could be that it stand on some spot of power, but we'd have to consult someone who knows somethin' about Magic to verify. Still the weirdest goddamn thing to say that out loud like it's a rational idea," he scoffed at the end.

"Now that the chasm is gone, we're closer to it, but we still gotta find a way to it that ain't wooded. Unless Mathis pulls that curtian back, then it's the first place I'm headin' and damn the consequences. There's too much there to not."

Raylan didn't deal with this kind of stress well. He was a Fixer. Someone who resolved issues, not wandered around like an idiot chasing his own tail. Ignoring all his personal issues, Raylan was frustrated and slightly obsessed with this town that seemed insistent on tearing him down. Obsessed with getting them all home and away from this hell, no matter what they got to keep of the nightmare they were living.