Ray returned home with Jess.

A massive amount of supplies had vanished into thin air. Brendan, as the guard, was clearly responsible—but how Leroy would deal with him was another question. Kill him and absorb his abilities? Or something else entirely?

He thought to himself, 'Hmm... better check tomorrow. Arrive early, or it might be too late to come back—wait, I could just bring tomorrow's "patient" along too.'

Ray slapped his forehead, feeling a bit foolish. His thinking had been too narrow.