"No, we really don't. Calhoun we could probably guess at, but Zero..." Hershel sighed, shaking his head. "Maybe it really is better not to dwell on it. There's nothing we can do at the moment."

There were way better things to be focusing on, obviously. Hershel stood, pulling his bag with him. "Where- ah, here we are." Hello sewing kit. He's so ready for this. "Do you have the pieces with you?"