James looked ahead towards the swamp, something he had never knew existed at the location. It was only now did he begin question where he was. He barely had time to think before the stench that the swamp produced reached him. “Oh God…” he muttered to himself. He admit that the combination of the odor and the noise was starting to become unsettling, and he himself was feeling uneasy about the situation, but he couldn't just leave, could he? No, he couldn't quit now, he was determined to find the source of the growls. James turned his face to Bonnie’s. “This may be the worst decision I've ever made in my life, but I came here to investigate, and I can’t leave without knowing where this noise is coming from.” James said this with a bit reluctance in his voice, but he hoped Bonnie wouldn't be able to tell. “What about you?”