[ He almost says something back, that this really should worry them both that nothing's ringing a bell, but he presses his lips together and nods along with her. She's probably right. He's probably being paranoid. Or he was hit on the head better than he thought. He can't help that his back is itching between the shoulders, though. ]
And keep walking around. We'll find something, I'm sure.
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And keep walking around. We'll find something, I'm sure.