"The lawnmower itself had one," Edgar answered as he collected the journal, returning it to his sling. "I believe I saw another machine in there with an engine on it, as well. I didn't get a good look, unfortunately, and I hadn't thought to bring my tool kit- an oversight I won't be making again, as those basic tools would have come in handy in several instances last night."

As tempting as it had been to stay in the shed a moment longer, they'd had to keep moving. They couldn't afford to waste the precious twilight hours. It was impossible to tell what challenges Landel would bring them on a nightly basis- the nights that were normal by comparison had to be savored.

"I'll be sure to take a closer look when I go back," he continued, watching the nurses over Guy's shoulder as they started to collect their wards, ushering them to the next shift. "It'll have to be at least a few nights from now, though. Even dismantled, those parts will take some effort to move, and I can't risk ruining my arm entirely. I learned my lesson from one night of trekking around without potions."