Jake shook his head at her question. "I don't know. It makes less sense to me then it does to you. The Prophet is a kind man, I don't know what would drive him to such... extremes." He sighed and looked around the field. "It doesn't matter now, though. We can't get back in, and I don't think we'd live very long even if we could. Who knows. Maybe we can find a way to drag him topside, and make he answer our questions... if he himself wasn't killed."<br/><br/>"But for now, we need to make that house in the distance home. I'm gonna go check it out. Follow when you think you're ready..." He trotted off towards the run-down house in the background.