Ray sighed right along with Dief. "Fraser, out of the two people here, I'm not the one whose had a head injury. You don't sleep on the floor after a head injury. That's stupid." Never mind that the guy had just spent a month on a desert island. Ray hadn't been there to force Fraser to be not-stupid, so that didn't count.

As the partners discussed sleeping arrangements, they edged towards the entrance to the tent village. And for some crazy, wild, inexplicable reason, the closer they edged towards Ray's particular Casa, they slower his steps became. "Hey," he said, stopping completely. "Maybe we don't need to go straight to the tent. How about we case the area first? Interview the neighbors? Check out the rec center?" Who didn't like a nice rec center?