It was sort of consensual that Brandon would make the calls for the next steps, no matter his original plan of staying back as much as he could. He was used to coordinate teamwork in weird situations, so the other three of us turned to him when it came to decide what we should do.
And the obvious next step was finding the two last iron stars. They wouldn't be hard to spot, and Isaac and Trisha went back out while Brandon and I headed upstairs to get rid of our sweaty running outfits.
"This wasn't the idea," Brandon grumbled from the shower. "I was supposed to just watch you guys work this out."
"Told you about your tyrannical natural leader thing," I replied, walking into the bathroom. "This turned out to be a lot more than an upset ghost throwing things around, and we all trust you better than ourselves to figure the best course of action."
