Penton taps his foot anxiously, while taking a seat on the front porch of the farmhouse, waiting for everyone to finish their searches. "What's taking them so long?" he says under his breath. Penton eyes the field to the side of the house; almost expecting, and fearing, something popping out of it all of a sudden. After a few moments he goes back to waiting silently, listening closely to the sound of the wind and the minor sounds that accompany it.