Drawing a deep breath, Andy tried again to put on some of that calm, collected bedside manner he'd always been so good at. He tried to lock eyes with the kid. Daniel? That was it, right? He forced a smile, "Deep breaths, Danny boy, okay?" Moving his gaze between Maria and Danny, he continued, "Something is going on here, and if we watch each other's backs, keep our wits about us, we're gonna get out of this, alright? I've been through worse situations, if not weirder. At least three people are missing, possibly dead. There's a dead bear out in the desert missing a leg miles from where he should be, and some poor soul missing a head in that dumpster. This duffel might have some clues. Or it might have something useful. Either way, I say we open it." He paused, reaching for the zipper of the bag, then looked back up: "One more thing: don't trust a soul that wasn't on the bus with us."