Cavan didn't know what to say to that. He didn't want to think that he'd been one of those people, but he couldn't say for sure that he wasn't. He hadn't even known to look for anything before. So perhaps there was a chance that he'd encountered the supernatural previously and just hadn't seen it.
It had taken newspaper articles and stories and clips on the 6 o'clock to attract him to this place, reports of lots of odd things going on.
"Hm." Was he a sheep? He didn't think so, not really. Not considering... other aspects of his life.
"But they're not everywhere." It was sort of a question, but he was also a little bit lost in thought.