Nate’s brows rose at Maggie’s reiteration of the recent happenings. He looked back to the mirror for a moment, then tugged at one of the rolled up sleeves of his denim jacket, still debating whether or not he should fully trust her.
	“Well, Sassafras, you’re not wrong.” He turned back toward the door. “Hope you’ve got your passport handy; we have a mystery to solve!” He tossed his flashlight in the air, letting it spin a couple times, then tried to grab it. The heavy metal casing landed wrong and bounced off part of his fingers. It spun once more as he frantically made to grab it, then landed with a heavy, clattering [i]thud[/i] on the floor. The bottom of it popped off, and one of the batteries slid onto the floor despite the annoyed frown on his face, causing the light to snuff out.
	Nate cleared his throat. “I meant to do that.”
	He knelt down and quickly reassembled the flashlight in the dim illumination of Maggie’s light, sure he could have put it back together blindfolded.
	“There’s a 24-hour diner not far from here.” Nate got to his feet and clicked his flashlight on. It hesitated at first, but the bulb managed to flicker to life with its familiar white light. “Decent wi-fi, and a good cup of joe, if I remember right. What do you say we get a cup and figure out our next move?”