[It's that time of the month, or so Dean says and that's why it's been necessary to make the round trips. Just in case. Between himself and Dean the trips have become a regular practice. A way to split the difference in time between them. A duller kind of patrol from Cadens to the well and back.

This particular trip heralded no results and the man at the front of the coach chose to fill the awkward silence with forced conversation and commentary that no one cared about.]

Squiffy, could you please give us a few moments of silence? The arrival here can be disorienting and cumbersome. Many here, myself included, would prefer a moment to reflect.

[He hadn't taken the coach when he'd first arrived, Dean had found him and so there was something to be said for the regular two and fro that had become less effective an endeavor on his end.]

I'm sure your name isn't Anne. Unless he got lucky, which doesn't often seem the case given his story.