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Marv smiles at Wilhelm, pushing himself up off the fender of his car to stand with the other man. "Everyone else. I guess they like to sleep late," he says with a small chuckle.

"So, what is it that you do, exactly?" he asks.

"Morning, gents," Barry says, looking slightly haggard as he ambles up to Marv and Wilhelm. "Hope you slept better than me."

Marv chuckles at Barry. "Judging by your appearance this morning, I'd say I did. Was the mattress too hard?"

Behind his eyes, Marv wonders if something set Barry to worrying last night. Based on all the strange goings on, it wouldn't be impossible that the other man couldn't find sleep through all the odd events.

"Evangelizing for Herr Freud," Wilhelm answers with a smirk. Then, realizing this lot might not know of the genius of Herr Doktor, he clears his throat and clarifies more seriously, "I'm a psychiatrist. I study the mind and attempt to unravel all its beautiful intricacies. You?"

Marv pats the fender of his car as he leans against it. "I race." He allows himself a mild smile, but it's obvious that he's very proud of what he does.

"So, who else is coming? Was that cop from last night going to join us?"

I'm present. David days as he approaches, walking leisurely up the road towards the car. What is the plan currently? He asks while still some distance away.

Marv gives David a small smile and nod by way of greeting, then answers the man's questions. "We're going to take a look at the dig site, right?" Marv thinks back to the night before and wonders if he had too much to drink and if his memory went fuzzy.

"Ya know, I'd feel a lot better if that copper came out with us," Barry says. "If nobody minds, I'll run inside and give him a ring – let him know we're heading out."

Barry finds the nearest phone and calls Ari to invite him to join the party. After all, a lot of people are missing and it seems possible a crime has been committed.

"I do not mind. Please ring him."

"Mornin', Sheriff Ari Fishman speakin'," comes the sleepy voice of Ari over the phone.

"Your dog missin' again, Bob?"

Marv scoffs a little and shakes his head at the mention of bringing the cop into the group, but notably doesn't object. Inside, he feels a little conflicted, as the police have always been the bad guys, but he recognizes the use of having one with them, now.

Marv cranes his neck to look at the location as they drive past. "Hey, whose care was that? The one we left here yesterday? Someone's going to be very upset it's gone."

Marv takes the turnoff, making his way down the dirt road to the same spot they parked at last time. He wonders if that guy who went missing while they were hiking in ever made it back to the road and caught a ride back to the university. After he parks the car, he switches it off and sits in the seat for a few moments, remembering the slimy worm things he encountered and shudders a little, his shoulders shaking slightly. "I must be remembering them wrong. Surely they weren't that big..." he mutters and then gets out of the vehicle, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. The violence helps to ground him in the moment and clear the questions from his head.

Marv looks in the other car, just to make sure that nothing has changed. Not that he expects anything to change. It's more of a nervous habit than anything.

After glancing in the other vehicle, he looks at the others and gives them a smile, trying to hide his nerves. "All right, let's head in." With that, he starts to move down the trail to the camp.