Kevin followed the group into the garage and frowned, his mind raced with concern for his father as his eyes scanned through the random assortment of garage-related materials: Handsaws, powertools, shovels, even a pick-axe. 

 Shrugging, he hefted the pick-axe up onto his shoulders and looked to the others. "I suppose that now is as good as anytime to ask, but, was anyone bitten..?" He said slowly, looking around him to the relatively small group of stangers and associates from school.