He's probably in the middle of nowhere and trying to find his way back. He's pretty hard to kill off so I'm not...worried. [His shoulders are still tense and he frowns a bit. Dave's lying. He's concerned because John Egbert and trouble are besties.

If there's anything homicidal for miles it will find John.]

We found his gear on the kitchen counter when we woke up with that sense of missing time. I vaguely remember things like hitting a salad bar. It's all fuzzy.