Re: dead guys house: des, newt, & pat
[Patrick was most concerned. Unlike rescuing Del, where he had known what to expect, here he did not know what to expect. It was not that they were without information, but they information they did have was not at all encouraging, man.
They arrived in a flash, and the rot Patrick smelled immediately had nothing nothing to do with the dead dude within the space; it was coming from outside, man. It was not the scent of charred dead things from Adrian's stormcloud in the woods. This smelled like animals that had died and were still ambulatory; the scent moved. He glanced over at Newt, curious if Newt smelled it, and then he walked over to where Destiny paced in circles upon the kitchen floor.]
Upstairs. [Patrick said this helpfully about the dude; he could smell him now, too.] Des, hey. Come. Let us sit while Newt goes to check. [He did not know where there was to sit, but this place was huge, and there was probably a cushioned chair nearby. He reached for her elbow with a great deal of care.]