"Well, how did you find him?"
"So I said that he was at a beach right? Well, based on his folders, he went on a mission near Florida that scarred him for life."
"Dang," I muttered.
"He lost a lot of friends, especially his best one, which I'm informed from this folder that he still has a picture of him in his house. Probably by the counter or something, I'm not sure."
"So how does this–"
"But, one way he copes with things is to continuously attend places where he was traumatized. It's a painful but very effective way to actually cope with certain memories."
"And if it's somewhere in Florida–"
"That means he's in–"
"Bimini," Malachi called out as if he just won Bingo. Mr. Drails pointed at him, nodding his head. "That's right," he said. "Bimini. And we're going to go there now."
"Alright, then send us."
