When the radio stays mute, Scott stuffs it into his back pocket.  He cannot for the life of him explain why, but he feels that it is very important somehow.  He manages to catch his breath back, and takes a few steps away from the haunted Burger Boy.  To his surprise, he finds himself not afraid, but angry.  Like really, really angry.  He stares at the streets, accusing them of fucking with him.<br/><br/>"What old ha--oh, right.  In the cemetery.   What the fuck is going on here, Deacon?  Do you know anything about this?  First strange, headache-causing symbols, then....that...thing.  Whatever it was."<br/><br/>His tone makes it sound like he's blaming Deacon for the strangeness, but he's not.  He's just pissed off at the world in general, particularly the shrink.<br/><br/>Still, he follows Deacon, if for no other reason than the man seems to know where he's going, which is more than Scott can say.  As they pass the hospital, it is safe to say that he has no inclination to break in and explore it--absolutely no inclination at all.    A hospital, haunted or otherwise, is the last place he wants to be.<br/><br/>He's surprised to see the girl, in lieu of the weirdness they'd just witnessed.  Her appearance is inexplicable.  "Hey!" he calls out, possessed by a sudden desire to make sure that she's real.  He remembers that he's still holding onto the knife, and quickly drops it into his front pocket, lest she think him some kind of knife-wielding maniac.<br/><br/>