[Dave looks past Aoba to the wreckage, the words what the fuck echo quietly through his mind. He wonders if this is some sort of Bermuda Triangle situation and they're all just drawn here by some sort of giant, nerd magnet.

Dave considers the question, but there's only one way to find out. He pulls himself up, looking wobbly for a moment before he steadies himself.]

Sure. Follow the lights. Walk into the forest with a blue-haired stranger. I'm pretty sure I've seen this movie before and I'm pretty sure I die. [He brushes himself off, and standing up reveals the fact that he's wearing a cape, which he shakes out.]

Guess we better go meet our murderers eventually.