Sometimes, he hated his own cowardice. It often held him back from doing things that might help and satisfy others or benefit the gang's reputation. But now, the worst has come: It stopped him from preventing Maggie's abduction. That's not to say he didn't care about Fred or Velma, but he had thought, for a moment, of getting authority help, since he doubted that these creatures, whatever they are, were human. Their business was all about catching people in costumes, doing illegal activities. Something broadly supernatural was way out of their league. 

As if she had read his mind, the blonde stranger took out her phone, and started to dial a number. "I'm calling for help. There has to be someone", she had paused, once Dia spoke up. A beeping sound went off on the phone, showing that there was no signal. "Oh, no. There's no signal out here", she said in disbelief. "No surprise", Daphne thought aloud. "We're on an island, after all". Calling for outside help wasn't an option, apparently. Sighing, the red head gripped the pyramid artifact in her hands. "We should wait for morning. We'll start looking at good clarity", she said. As much as Shaggy wanted to object, she was right. It was dark, and the moonlight was their only source.