Mason and Aaron were glad have finally been far away from that damned hotel, such a place shouldn't even exist in their opinion. There were some pros and cons to it though, they met people, a lot of people, some they doubt they'd ever forget. The bad side was that they had no free will, no rights to do as they pleased, their "handlers" always had them on a tight leash. They were glad it was all over, they had followed Nixon and now they ended up in a town, an empty one too with a carving of a word on a street lamp post. Aaron was familiar with the croatoan mystery, the missing colonists, it put him on edge, who carved this and why? Mason brought his hand to the post, gracing his fingers along the carved in letters and looking to his brother.