Oh, I got the bag, but there was very little in it. A rock, a notebook, the usual.

[ He smiles as though this is a funny inconvenience. As though there was no more reason for it than bad luck.

As though he didn't wash up naked because he'd been wearing nothing, back home, but the robe he'd pulled off a corpse. Not a graceful entrance is a funny way to put it, but the honest truth is, he'd risen out of that water spitting mad.

That's where the skeletons come from. ]

Still... at least no one made me play skee-ball for my shirt.