Tommy: Shit, he said he’d be two hours. Maybe he’s dead.

Brian: Maybe.

Sarah: Again? But yeah, two hours has somehow become 10, not good.

Tommy: We can’t wait around if that’s the case. Let’s get packed up.

Sarah: Well, put Mr. Winky away first. You don’t want him catching a cold do you?

He lowers the rifle quickly as he realises that he hasn’t yet zipped up. The explosion distracted him and he fumbles to quickly put himself away: Sorry, I was just…

Sarah: Yeah yeah, playing with your rifle!

Sarah and Brian both look over the edge of the