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Eight bodies went missing from the cemetery.

Here's everything that we know about them:

India Burnett, died in 1998.

Stephen Lai, died in 1975.

Domenic Redman, 1951.

Ava Herrera, 1928.

Victoria Lieb, 1905.

Onias Carver, 1882.

Coraline Monet, 1859.

Found it!

Painting of our oldest body,

Nashua Kipp, died 1831.

The only thing these people had in common

is that they all were born in Horseshoe Bay.

And they were all dead before the age of 30.

So... What killed them?

We'll go back to the place we found the bodies,

see what was missed.

The re-animated corpses un-reanimated up here.

At which point, black sludge oozed out of their bodies...

Into the town reservoir,

contaminating the water supply...

Revealing the hidden crimes of Judge Abbott and Brie Fortfield.

Ace? Your turn?

The "Black Door"?

The mysterious "Black Door."

Brie suggested that it was the key to the crime coverups.

But so far, dead end.

We're looking for bone fragments, pieces of cloth,

anything that'll tell us how and why they died.

Sorry.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I-I appreciate you taking time off of work to help me.

I know things have been busy lately.

Yeah.

For us both, I guess, you know.

It's good to see you.

Oh, crap.

I missed early registration for next semester's pre-law courses.

Ugh, now I have to pay late fees,

and, Bess, I can't even afford early fees.

At this rate, I'm going to graduate in ten years

and become a lawyer in... Who can even count that high?

Hey, you don't have the funds? Let's throw you a fundraiser.

Yeah, it'll be the first post-tsunami event at the Claw.

No, it won't.

Because we're not doing that.

I don't take charity, Bess.

Ugh.

Selfie?

No.

Confirmation that the sludge from the bodies

oozed into the town reservoir.

See that trail? The town's been drinking

supernatural coverup juice for weeks.

Wouldn't that be supernatural un-coverup juice?

Sure, yeah. You work on the branding.

I got to take another shot at getting Officer Joyce

to help shut off the water supply.

- Hey. - What?

I'm throwing George a surprise fundraiser.

- Right here? - What?

No, no. At the Claw.

- Oh. - Okay, get this: "Singles' Night."

Cover charge. Two-drink minimum.

What do you think?

I think that the woods would actually a better idea

because then you can run away

when she finds out and melts down.

No. No, no. She's gonna love it.

And, hey, you should come too.

You know, get your mind off a certain star-crossed love.

How is a room full of lonely people

going to help my state of mind?

Not lonely. Available.

Also not cursed.

Hmm? Come on.

You know, a little speed-dating will cleanse the palate

and do you some good.

You know, it's settled. You're coming.

Aren't you fully occupied with the Historical Society

and fending off Chief Lovett?

How do you have time to meddle?

Easy.

My problems are adult and scary.

Yours and George's problems require a party.

Much more fun.

Forest rangers.

Let's go. We can come back after dark.

♪ ♪

Hurry up.

Oh, my bootie.

Who wears booties to a scavenge?

I didn't think it would be this muddy. Help me.

- Ah. - There you go.

Oh, ow, ow, ow, ow!

I think I stepped on a porcupine.

Help, help, help, get it out.

- Ah! - That's no porcupine.

That's a tooth.

Oh, gosh. Oh, now I wish it was a porcupine.

A tooth with a weird occult symbol on it.

Anybody missing one of these? No?

Then I can think of eight mouths this may have come out of.

Another tooth.

Fantastic.

When they rolled in the eight bodies,

almost all their teeth had fallen out.

Still waiting on more denture bond.

Got to glue these back in

before the bodies get re-interred tomorrow.

So, the bodies case is closed?

Chief Lovett is blaming it on vandals who dug and dumped.

Who am I to challenge it? That sounds like work.

Every day, I get top-notch mentoring like this.

Here's some mentoring: don't bring your friends

who are into dead bodies into your workplace

that is filled with dead bodies.

Connor, do you recognize the symbols on the teeth?

Were they carved post-mortem?

I analyzed the enamel.

They weren't carved at all.

These symbols grew into the teeth.

So, this is now property of the morgue.

As a man of science, don't you want to know

how these teeth possibly grew occult symbols on them?

Hmm.

Not before this man of science takes his lunch break.

You want to keep talking teeth?

Go to a dentist.

Soon as I walk out that door,

you're gonna steal that bag of teeth, aren't you?

Have these back by 9:00

in pristine condition,

or Ace will have to find another morgue to work in.

Got it?

George,

where might we find...

No.

...a dentist who would

drop everything to come to town,

answer questions, and not ask any of his own?

Still no.

The last and only time I spoke to my biological father,

Edwin George Chen DDS,

I told him to get lost.

And the whole point was

that I'd never talk to him again.

- But we have a big bag of teeth. - And?

And he's our only hope.

Fine.

But watch, he's not even gonna pick up the phone.

I hear there's a dental emergency.

What can I do?

♪ ♪

Thank you for coming.

Nancy, this is Edwin Chen, dentist. Edwin, Nancy.

Very nice to meet you, Dr. Chen.

Nancy Drew. The plucky sidekick.

Read all about your adventures on the Fan Fan website.

I actually just bought a Fan Fan fan

to combat this heat wave.

Show him the teeth.

♪ ♪

Oh. I almost forgot.

Ryan left this for you earlier.

"For Icarus Hall property taxes."

Consulting must be paying well.

As far as developmental dental anomalies go,

this is...

unique.

Each mouth grew exactly three

individual teeth with symbols on them.

There are only three different symbols in total.

So every mouth contained the same three symbols?

I've enlarged these them, but we still don't know what they mean.

Maybe it's some kind of message?

Have you seen a phenomenon like this before?

We couldn't find anything about it on the Internet.

Did you know that some research universities

have a room dedicated to artifacts

deemed too disturbing for public display?

I have been in such a room once,

at Clifton University.

And I swear I saw a trio of skulls

with teeth and symbols like these.

It's the scariest place I've ever been.

If there are other heads that have these type of teeth,

these symbols, then it's likely there are other people

that have suffered the same fate

as the eight bodies in Horseshoe Bay.

And if they all fit the pattern of dying

before the age of 30,

then we're looking at a much bigger force

that caused these deaths.

The same force that's behind all the supernatural coverups.

How do we get into the secret room?

Well, it's not on a campus map,

but as the former adjunct, I can probably to get you in.

Fancy a road trip?

Uh, you... you must have other things to do, I...

I cleared my schedule.

I... would like to spend the day with my daughter.

Okay.

Let's go break into the secret scary room

where all the terrifying teeth heads are.

Yahoo.

Officer Joyce.

Freshly-baked apple pie for five minutes of your time?

Is this a bribe but with pie?

A pibe?

I'll talk, you slice.

Five minutes.

I know we've been here before,

but I need you to understand:

there's something wrong with the water.

- Do you have evidence this time? - Uh, yeah, I have photos

from the woods that clearly show an indentation...

Photos of an indentation?

Nick, I can't recommend a utility shut-off

based on your whims.

This isn't a whim, there's a...

W-H-I-M. Whim.

Unless I see some hard evidence, that's all it is.

And next time?

I like cherry pie.

Ace?

I hope they can spare you at work,

'cause you're my plan B.

I need your help.

Took some quick thinking,

but I'm confident I got what you need.

How is your mom's Passover box

gonna help us contaminate the water

without actually contaminating the water,

so we can get the reservoir shut down?

Why is this box different from all other boxes?

I'm glad you asked.

As you know, back in the day,

Egypt was afflicted by ten plagues.

And each one lent itself

to a decoration at our Seder table.

You can have those, too.

But the big hit at our Passover table was the river of blood.

My mom would turn all the water in the house red

with baking soda and food coloring.

Scared the crap out of people.

We turn the town's water red.

How much of this do we need to fill a reservoir?

So much.

An impossible amount.

To make enough, we'd, uh, need an act of God.

Short of that,

- we need a... - An act of Bess.

Let the rivers run.

♪ ♪

That is the scary room

that they don't want you to know about.

A four-digit keypad lock.

Two, five, seven, nine.

Two has the heaviest oil deposit

and seven has the lightest,

so the code starts with two and ends in seven.

Nancy, someone's coming.

Stall them.

Excuse me. This hall is closed to visitors.

My daughter George

is touring prospective colleges.

C-Can we ask you a couple of questions?

Certainly. We're always interested

in expanding the diversity of our student body.

So, is an archaeology degree a B.A. or B.S.?

It's a Bachelor of Arts.

Disturbing artifacts. Check.

♪ ♪

There you are.

Three symbols.

Huh.

"Unearthed in Cardiff, Wales.

Dated to the 1500s."

These people lived 500 years ago

and their teeth grew symbols like the ones in Horseshoe Bay.

We have a very generous diversity scholarship.

If you're interested,

sign up for our prospective students orientation.

Oh, she sure will. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

We make a good team.

Glad you're enjoying the campus visit.

Must bring back memories of being a carefree teenager

with no responsibilities at all.

You may not believe me,

but while I was in college,

I thought about you all the time.

I-I should've been there for you.

Look, don't even worry about it.

My life turned out just fine without you around.

I'm gonna get my scholarship,

get my J.D., and become a lawyer.

So, we're good.

Yeah.

I mean, they're close, but not an exact match.

"The artifact herein is Cadfan's Roundel,

"which was unearthed with the skeletal heads.

"An ancient Welsh engraving on the underside said that

opening the Roundel will reveal 'that which killed us'."

Meaning you three, huh?

"That which killed us."

Huh.

You shouldn't be here.

Sorry. Sorry, I'm, uh, a student of...

...Professor Barak's.

I'm his head TA.

I'm writing my thesis on-on Medieval Welsh artifacts.

Where can I find the real Roundel?

You can't.

Story is it was stolen

during a break-in ten years ago.

No one's seen the Roundel since.

It was the only one that ever existed.

But the Roundel has the answers as to what killed these three?

Yes.

And something else?

Professor Barak doesn't have any TAs.

I'm not basic.

But I am calling security.

Hey! Hey!

I know I haven't earned your forgiveness yet.

But I'd like to try, if you'll let me.

Hey. Hey. We gotta go.

There's this artifact called Cadfan's Roundel.

- A cat fan's wrangle? - An Afghan trundle?

Cadfan's Roundel.

It'll tell us what killed those bodies.

- Great artifact. Where is it? - Stolen ten years ago

and lost to the black market relic trade.

All we have to do is track down

an anonymous thief and get it back. Run faster!

I could stay here, just in case.

Uh, there's nothing else for you to do.

But thank you for the teeth advice.

And for the ride.

Got all your things?

So, is this what you want? You...

want us to just act like colleagues from now on?

I need a starting place.

It's something. I hope that's okay.

Did you find our missing Roundel?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Uh, I hacked behind the firewall

of some obscure dark relic websites,

got a hit on the Roundel and reverse-traced it

to the current holder.

Printed it out.

The thief sold the Roundel in 2010

at the Greenview Tower auction.

It was sold to 91306747.

What is that, a phone number?

Or, uh, a prison inmate?

Barcode. That's where the trail ended.

The only info about the current owner?

That number.

So, we need an insider.

Like a... like an Indiana Jones of relics,

- which I realize is Indiana Jones. - Yep.

I put together a list of people in that game.

Well, a list of their barcodes and their codenames.

All out of our price range,

except for this one.

Goes by the name "OkapiH78."

Okapi? What's Okapi?

It's like a gazelle,

except nothing like a gazelle.

Anyways, it's only $500 a pop.

Use them twice, you get the third one free.

They're new, hungry, supposedly good.

Right, but they're local.

What if we know them?

After everything that went down

with you and Mr. Bobbsey...

Not to mention you and the Glasses.

Yeah, we haven't exactly made friends in the relic trade.

We don't want any personal vendettas getting in our way.

We need a decoy.

Thank you for letting us use your biological dad

to meet an illicit stranger from the Internet.

It was cool of him to agree.

Probably not cool to all those kids

with unfilled cavities today, but, you know.

That's them.

That's OkapiH78.

I think it's a man.

It's...

What?

What?

Ryan?

Nancy? What are you doing here?

You're OkapiH78?

Look, I'm...

You're a relic hunter?

No, see, I can, I can, I can explain what...

Okay, I'm sorry. That's my daughter.

I've-I've got to go. Nancy!

Nancy.

N-Nancy's dad?

He must've been 18 when he had her.

Yeah. Did you want to start a club?

You don't have to let me into your life.

But I will keep offering to let you into mine.

I know you don't need anyone to pull you up the mountain.

But maybe...

you'll discover that it's okay

if someone's willing to carry your backpack

for part of the trek.

Nancy. Nancy, come on.

Please.

Explain yourself.

After the Glasses stole Bess's relic shipment

and they-they sabotaged my car, I made some calls.

I made a lot of calls, actually.

And I tracked down that shipment relic by relic.

I got every single piece of the deceased medium's estate back.

So this is about getting revenge on the Glasses?

It was, but then it turns out that...

I realize I'm truly good at this.

And I know that y-you know what that feels like, but I had...

I had never had that feeling before now.

Look, if you don't believe me,

I already have a lead on the real Roundel,

based off of that barcode that you gave me.

How can you be sure?

Because I made a phone call with a burner phone,

I transferred some money to an offshore account,

and I got a number.

I can set you up with the current holder of the Roundel.

All you got to do is say yes.

Okay, this spell is the supernatural version

of your mum's "river of blood" prank.

Um, it was part of the Women in White's initiation ritual.

Each new member would have to prove herself

by turning the bay's water into blood for a few minutes.

Actual blood?

- Or it's an illusion? - An illusion.

But from their notes, a highly convincing one.

You know, are you two coming to, uh, Singles' Night?

I need to finalize the guest list.

Absolutely not. Final answer.

- But... - Uh, no, no, no, thank you.

Things are good with Jade.

Meanwhile, we have a problem.

Is your "problem" your missing sense of fun?

No. No, th-the problem is

if the illusion only lasts a few minutes,

that won't buy us enough time.

The red water has to travel all around town

to convince people it's an issue.

Yeah, but the bay is huge.

The reservoir is a smaller body of water,

meaning the enchantment might last longer.

And it's the best I could do with short notice,

so... here's hoping.

Okay, we will read this incantation,

and then I'll put three drops in the water.

Ready?

- Mm-hmm. - Yep.

We cast to sea our hope and terror,

changing tides ever redder.

Roil and rumble, water to blood,

and all who gaze this, feel its power.

♪ ♪

That looks like blood to me.

Mm-hmm.

Ahh, ah, ooh.

Ah.

Thought I stepped on another tooth.

It's a false alarm.

This came straight out of the tap!

My kid bathes in this water.

I should sue.

We are doing our best

to get to the bottom of this,

but I can't help unless you back up

and-and stay calm.

Our water is poisoned.

Yeah! What are you gonna do?

Don't just ignore us.

See, it's got "occult" written all over it.

- Alarming, right? - No, no...

Please, just stay calm!

But... Where are you going?

- What the hell's wrong with it? - How's my child supposed to bathe?

What am I supposed to drink?

Hey.

I've got folks here

claiming the water's poisoned.

Well, that-that sounds like hard evidence, right?

It is,

and Judge Goodman is signing an emergency injunction

to shut the water down as we speak.

But I'm calling you

because this all feels very conveniently timed.

I reached out to my counterpart in Ellsworth

to establish a backup water supply ASAP.

They're insufferable.

Thank you for that.

I'll be keeping an eye on you, Nickerson.

Got it, thank you.

Your current Roundel holder goes by the name RedLynx789,

and they agreed to meet.

We're in business.

Oh, my God, yes.

- Hey. - Hi.

So, Judge Goodman signed an injunction

to shut down the water.

Party's in full swing.

You are killing it today.

Now, if we can get our hands on Cadfan's Roundel,

we might finally get some answers

as to what's behind these supernatural coverups.

All right, so RedLynx789 should be on their way.

And they are, and I quote,

"enticed" by the deceased medium's relics.

So, thank you, Bess, for the loot.

I never thought I'd be bartering historical objects,

but, you know, sometimes doing the right thing

requires a teensy bit of wrong.

Wish me luck explaining that to George

when she tries to kill me for throwing Singles' Night.

Good luck.

Hey.

- Hi. - I said no fundraiser.

Yeah, I know, I know, but people are having fun.

And by the end of the night,

you'll have spring and fall tuition.

So, long story short, I'm a great friend,

so I need you to get mad later

and go help Edwin behind the bar, now.

Wait, w-why is Edwin behind the bar?

- No. - Oh.

That's the spirit. Bye.

Wait, Bess...

Thank you.

♪ ♪

I put myself through school as a bartender.

If I'm overstepping...

Divide and conquer.

I'll take the cider and the soda.

You mix the drinks.

Are you sure this is the right place

for a top-secret relic swap?

Yeah, well, it turns out it fits all of Red's requirements.

It's loud,

someplace they can go unnoticed.

And we have no idea who we're looking for.

Don't worry, they're going to find me.

See, what I do is I put a little knot

in the top of my drinking straw, it's a signal.

Keep that on the down-low, all right?

It's a trade secret.

Welcome, party people,

to Horseshoe Bay's first-ever Singles' Night.

- All right. - Speed-dating: here are the rules.

Inside the circle, stay put.

Outside, move on the bell.

Dates are two minutes,

but you can buy an extra five minutes for $19.99.

Let's begin.

♪ ♪

I'm on watch for Ryan's meeting.

And you'll get a much better view closer to the action.

Cannonball back into the dating pool, Nance.

- Here we go. - Oh.

There we go, that's it.

♪ Hey, come on and dance ♪

♪ Tell me where we going... ♪

So, can I get you a straw?

It seems I have an extra one.

So that's a no?

You don't... you don't need a straw.

Okay, moving on.

Paris.

That's funny that you should mention that.

Do I have a story for you.

Why did it end? Was it fate?

The thing is when you have

the best kiss of your life,

you don't just give up on a person, right?

And now I'm the bad guy

because I can't pretend like nothing happened?

Is that fair, Craig?

It's "Marcus."

Says so on my name tag.

Ooh, sorry, right.

What was the question again?

Have I ever tried paddleboarding?

Anyway, what was your last breakup like?

Ooh, uh, catch you in the next round.

I-I don't think so.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I'm thinking you're here for the straw.

What can I do for you, Ryan?

Wait, how do you, how do you know my real name?

How'd you figure out the supply I'm after?

That'd be a boring conversation.

You have a two-minute speed date to make your case. Go.

Okay, um...

As I was... I was saying in my message to you,

um, a medium just left her estate

to the Historical Society.

So, I-I did what I do

and I got them to part with

a few of the trinkets, including...

These.

Divining Rods, circa 1880.

One of a kind. Made from...

Willow wood.

That's right.

A tree old as Maine itself.

Now, you can have these, or anything that you want...

All I need is Cadfan's Roundel.

Why do you want the Roundel?

Now, that doesn't matter, does it?

This is a unicorn.

You're getting the better end of the deal here.

Took me weeks to get those back from Jonas and Shelby Glass.

Deal's off.

If you have business with Jonas and Shelby,

you don't have business with me.

That scar.

They did that to you.

They tried to kill me, too.

Yeah, that shipment that we're talking about,

the Glasses stole that

and they tried to take me out.

Scarab beetle to the engine.

The Glasses can't get enough of that beetle.

Look, I hate them.

They're why I do this.

And all I'm saying is if you and I team up,

we could take them down a notch.

Or six. I don't know, maybe all of them.

Here.

This will cover the Roundel

in case you don't want anything I offered you.

You're paying for the Roundel sight unseen?

I believe that the enemy of my enemy

is my friend.

So prove me wrong.

It's nice to meet you, Ryan.

Cadfan's Roundel.

- Bye. - Thank you for coming.

- Thanks. Bye. - Thanks.

- Night. - Goodbye.

I, uh, should probably make sure no one's mingling

in any dark corners before we break out the Roundel.

So how'd it go?

Did you raise enough money to get you back into school?

I mean, Bess...

kind of shook the town down.

Definitely bought me another semester or two.

But after that, um, eh...

- Let me contribute. - It's okay.

You have done plenty today.

Surpassed expectations, really.

I'm glad we got to spend the time together.

Are you sure I can't contribute to the fundraiser?

I'm sure.

Okay.

All right.

But...

I probably should get my teeth cleaned, once a year.

And for that, I would accept a family discount coupon.

Fair enough.

But teeth cleaning is twice a year.

Okay.

Coupons are in the envelope.

Just share whatever you can't use.

No. No, no, no.

This-this-this is a check for 30 grand, I...

Okay, before you refuse,

just know that this isn't about restitution

or anything like that.

It's not.

I'm just proud of you.

OkapiH78 coming through with the win.

- I told you. I'm good at this. - Just be careful.

And maybe don't get too good at the relic trade.

Because if you go over to the dark side,

I will have to catch you.

Ah, if you can.

Okay, Nick has an update from the reservoir.

It's happening.

They're draining water to towers around town.

I mean, it's not gone-gone, just stored.

But we should be safe from black veins for now.

Hold up.

Ace just texted me.

He said Connor's posting "help wanted" ads

for coroner's assistant.

Right. That 9:00 p.m. "get the teeth back or else" deadline

is rapidly approaching.

Catch up with y'all soon.

Okay.

Have you figured out what it is?

Or how it's gonna lead

to the killer of those eight bodies?

Or what a bunch of ancient Welsh skulls has to do

with the greater force behind the coverups?

No, no, and no.

But this Roundel must have something to show us.

I think the symbols open it.

So, see this column is a little different

than the others with this little indicator?

I think twisting the outer rings

allows you to align the symbols into place.

Like a medieval Rubik's Cube?

Let's try...

It-it's opening.

I think we might actually get some answers.

Oh.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no...

Well, you know, the Roundel is, like, 500 years old.

It might just need a minute.

Or maybe our hot, slinky,

red-clad relic trader sold us a lemon.

She did have very shiny hair. Rule of thumb:

never trust anyone with hair that shiny.

Yeah, and it doesn't matter now.

There's nothing here for us.

No leads, no more clues.

It's confusing and unfinished,

just like everything else in life.

Oh, Nancy.

Text from Ace. "ETA on teeth, question mark?"

Yeah, I need to get these back to the morgue

and save Ace's job.

Well, at least it wasn't a total bust,

you did get some numbers.

Hi.

Okay, so you were right about tonight not being a bust.

Edwin made a donation to the cause.

A big donation.

Oh, my God, this is incredible.

What are you going to do with it?

Girl, I don't know.

Rip it up? Shove it in a drawer?

I'm still workshopping over here.

George, I know you have a hard time letting people in,

but this is a world of opportunity

that you've never had before.

So try and make the most of it.

Hint: You can't make the most

of anything shoved in a drawer.

You know, you're a real pain in the ass sometimes.

Or am I unstoppably determined?

Yeah.

It's my best quality.

Which is why I need to put on my big girl pants

and use it to defend the Historical Society.

No more running from responsibility.

Exactly.

You know, this check means that I can give my sisters

a leg up in life that I didn't have until now.

I'll go to the bank tomorrow

and set them up with their own college funds.

Thank you for everything tonight, Bess.

Do you smell smoke?

You smell that, too?

Oh, no, the symbols.

Oh, my God, the Roundel!

♪ ♪

8:58 p.m. Well, that's cutting it close.

Guess our work together is done, though.

See you next time you need something.

You seem to have forgotten

that you're the one who broke my heart.

You think I wanted to?

You're not the only one

who lost the love of their life here.

Well, I was ready to keep trying

and you walked away.

And I have lived with that

every second of every day since.

But I'm sick of being punished for wanting us alive.

Real love isn't dying for each other.

Well, then, what is it?

Tell me. Because clearly you know something that I don't.

Or don't answer and keep walking away.

It is wanting the other person to be happy without you.

It is me wanting you to be with someone

that you can do everything with,

who can love you

in all the ways that you deserve to be loved.

Even though that rips me apart.

That's real love.

Don't. We can't.

It's just easier if you don't.

I want you to be happy.

One day, a long time from now,

I hope that we both can find another great love.

After you, I would accept nothing less.

Ditto.

What happened?

The Roundel was buzzing, symbols were glowing,

papers were burning, and the next thing you know...

- That's new. - Yeah, but why?

And what are we supposed to do with it?

Okay, "that which killed us" was a clue.

Right? So maybe the symbols act like a key?

And the device leads to somewhere

or to something?

It's a compass.

Which way is the compass pointing?

Uh, it's hard to say.

The markers are more mystery symbols,

and the needle keeps moving.

Maybe it's tracking a target.

Whatever's behind these coverups must be on the move.

It's sticking a little bit more now.

Uh, it looks like the needle's pointing north.

What-what's north of here?

Dunlap Beach.

We'll meet you there.

This way.

Do you all hear that?

I don't hear anything.

That's what's weird.

It's completely silent.

Birds get quiet when they sense a predator.

I think we found the force

behind the supernatural coverups.