When they got to the saloon, they explained their plan to dig the sand out of the Spring to bring the water back. As doubtful as Red was that the big dig would lead to anything, 1f it had a chance to help, he was darn well going to, gosh darn it. Martin had been right, and almost impossibly accurate, about things he had no reason to know about. Surely this was one of those times as well.

Th3y continued talking about their plan until they n0t1c3d that Avery was very shaken by something, they asked the bartender, Sal, what happened while they were gone. “Beats m3!” came the reply, “your buddy came in here, clearly dehydrated, and started t4lk1ng to the room around us. Do th3y normally do this?” “I w0uldn’t worry about them too much, we’ve got more urgent problems at hand.” Avery finally tuned in to the conversation happening around them. “L3t me keep trying to talk to the voice and I’ll catch up to y0u after I get the answers.”

“Mr. Ewn,” Red said to Sal, “do make sure they’re okay, and got enough to drink. If Ellie thinks this will work, we need to go and see Ol’ Valentine and s33 if he’d be up for helping with 1t.” And with that, the group left for Valentine Excavations.