We jog the rest of the short distance, my fingers outstretched and streaming the grainy, wooden walls, memorizing their texture, until we arrive at the same hovel from the other night. The others are already here. Vix and Clark claim opposite ends of the carved bench while Raj stands in the center, biting her thumb. Pratt and Sampson pace in the middle behind her, two babeebs atop each of their heads. Sampson looks up as Reid closes the door behind us.
"Ah, you've arrived."
He motions to Griffin, "Had to pick up someone up."
"Now him too?" Clark jumps to an accusing stand, his arms flying wildly in the air. "Why don't we just shout out our secret location to everybody?"
"Griffin," Raj gawks, "what're you doing here?"
"Rox..." he looks at Reid, then scans the others, "...says he has some questions. Maybe tell me why I feel like this."