Death heard a ruckus in the tavern down the street, but didn't pay much mind to it. He was too busy staring at a flock of crows picking through trash in the alley.<br/>"Think one of them is Swain's?" asked Matthew.<br/>"Maybe... wait, where's Dust?" death asked back. One of the crows squawked and hopped over to Death.<br/>"There you are." Death said. He turned to the other crows. "Now, if we could get all of them to stop moving, I could read their minds and figure out if one is Swain's..."<br/>Matthew thought for a moment, and then a lightbulb appeared above his head. He used Trap Psynergy to create an invisible barrier around the whole alley. The crows began to freak out and flew wildly around, trying to escape the barrier. Death turned to Matthew.<br/>"That didn't help at all."<br/>Matthew blushed as Maxwell scribbled wildly in his notebook. Suddenly, the notebook started to glow, and a sack of birdseed appeared in front of Maxwell. He kicked it over, and all of the crows began to eat. He wrote some more, and a net appeared. The three of them threw the net over the crows and trapped them. Death's eyes glowed green as he read their minds. Suddenly, Death tore off the net and grabbed one out of the air as they all flew away.<br/>"Where do you think you're going?" Death asked the crow. He turned to the others. "I think I found our lead. Let's go find the others - I think I saw them go into the tavern."<br/>Matthew and Maxwell nodded, and the three of them sped towards the tavern, crow in hand.