Once Maggie had silently walked through the doorway, Nate clicked on his flashlight and flipped the light switch off for the junk room, as he had decided to dub it. The things he could do with all those broken parts! If they found the missing gang—
	[i][u]When,[/u][/i] he corrected his thoughts as he followed after Maggie, letting the door shut behind him. [i][u]When[/u] we find them, I’ll have to see what I can do.[/i]
	Not realizing Maggie had stopped, he nearly ran into her, striking an awkward pose with his arms flared out to keep himself from losing balance from his sudden stop. The bright beam of his flashlight danced over the walls with the action.
	Managing to plant himself firmly back on his feet, he raised an eyebrow at her comments. “Well, Sassafras,” he began amiably, “[i]I[/i] was heading to Fred’s room. Figured it’d be the last place he’d have been. Unless you know of a room with a larger mirror, of course,” he added with a lopsided smile.