Matias rolled his eyes before looking back at Dante dully.

"Right. But don't make it deeper than it needs to be."

He found his coveted key eventually and stuck it in the keyhole. He was rather quick to open the door and step inside, settling down by one of the van's metallic walls. Oleander followed, crouching uncomfortably to even fit inside but eventually finding their place on the other wall.

"Alright," Matias huffed, "Where did you say that place was, Mothman?"

It almost seemed like Oleander wasn't going to answer as they stayed quiet for a good five seconds. Before Matias could insult them, however, their hands began to move.

"FIFTEEN MILES SOUTHWEST OF PIXIE VILLAGE," they replied, "CURRENTLY, WE ARE FORTY MILES NORTHWEST."