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Barry grabs Marv's collar and hauls him in close. "What do you want me to do, wait til it crawls up my bloody face one night when I'm sleeping and takes my eyeballs for a midnight snack?! Something happened to these people and whatever it was, I don't want to be next!"

After a deep breath, he releases his grip. "Sorry mate, I got a bit carried away there. I guess we better go find Dutch. Can't blame him for taking off. This place has got us all mad as cut snakes."

Marv, visibly shaken by the events, shrugs his shoulders and tugs at his collar to adjust his shirt. Breathing a cleansing sigh, she gives Barry a half smile. "Don't worry about it. This is... disturbing. But, yeah, let's go find Dutch."

He turns and walks with Barry, going in the general direction he thought he saw the man run off.

The investigators find Dutch standing alone in a small clearing, leaning against the thick trunk of a tall aspen. He is breathing heavily and clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. However, the wildness of his eyes seems to have subsided and he seems aware of you and calm enough to nod his acknowledgement of your approach.

All you can hear are the sounds of his heavy breathing. The copse is otherwise stony silent.

Marv walks up, slowly, making sure to cause noise in his approach. "Hey, Dutch, you all right?" he calls over softly. As he gets closer to the other man, he reaches out a hand and lightly rests it on his shoulder. "That was pretty freaky, wasn't it?"

Barry reloads his shotgun whilst waiting for Dutch to answer.

Magnus recoils as if Marv's hand were a reaching tentacle.

"Dddon'touchme!!" he stammers, looking as though he could run off again at the slightest provocation.

Dutch grasps his rough club and regards Barry as he loads the gun.

"Did you get 'em?" he manages to utter, by the time Barry's weapon is reloaded.

"Hurt it, I think. Hopefully the bugger has second thoughts about bothering people from now on," Barry says, mustering a reassuring smile that manages to be only half grimace. "You blokes have any ideas about our next move?" he asks.

Marv drops his hand to his side and looks between Dutch and Barry. "Do either of you have any idea what that thing is? I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."

Thinking about the thing gnaws at the edges of Barry's sanity. He shakes his head mutely.

Applying his thought to the memory of that abomination seems to set Dutch to quaking and cursing under his breath.

"I don't want to... think about what that was!" he manages, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands as he inhales a long crackling puff of nicotine-infused smoke into his frayed psyche.

"Fuccchhh" he exhales, seeming to drop down into a slightly calmer tier of cautious fear.

He hoists the club again and waits for a decision.

"We stay away from that adjectival hole! You hear me?!" he blusters, managing a shadow of his characteristic bravado.

Marv rubs at his wounds and softly says, "That sounds like a good idea to me. But, we still don't know what happened here. Perhaps we should go into the nearby town and ask after the professor and his group?"

"Yeah, righto, let's do that," relief is audible in Barry's voice. "I'll just grab that box with the papers." He darts over to where he left the box, snatches it up and puts it in his backpack.

Marv starts to head back to the car to head into town.

Dutch scowls, but definitely doesn't voice any objections. He turns and follows Marv in the direction of the car. In his panic to escape the tentacle-horrors, he completely lost his sense of orientation.

Marv jumps into the driver's seat and waves the others to get in. Once they do, he'll head into town.

Marv slows, turning in his seat to look at the woman. "Hey, anyone else see her?"

If he sees her, he'll wave back and stop the car, get out and walk over to her.