Arla frowned, looking from the fallen fork on the plate back to his face. "You looked for them, you won't find them," she said, her voice a little bit harsher than she intended it to be. "They were there but now they're not there. You go back there and all you'll find are some old rotting bodies and blood stains... old clothes... broken appliances... other things..." She coughed, clearing her throat, and to keep herself from focusing too hard on the memories she dug into her ice cream and wished it was liquor.