He feels his face go cold. "Not here like -- not by the lake here? Up in the mountains not-here?"

Helplessly, Curtis drags his hand over his head, pulling his hat back a couple inches. "We're dead, we can't go anywhere -- "

And Woola's shuffling around like he found something, so obviously that means Edgar's around here somewhere. Or something that smells like Edgar. Curtis breaks into a dash toward the spot Woola indicated.