"They went there out of necessity. A friend had lost her brother behind the door and when she tried to follow, the light appeared," he recounts with his brow furrowing slightly at the essence of worry in the memory. He hopes it turned out okay.

"Essentially," he confirms for Walter, and it takes only seconds more before he hears the first crackle. Pressure released, he examines the bone under where he had his fingers. A slight, hairline fracture now present, Benjiro feels more certain, "Brittle. That didn't take much pressure at all."

Laying the hand down, he moves on to scanning the uncovered legs of the skeleton, and gingerly turns them at the hip to look more completely around each of the larger bones. Nothing apparent about the legs, he then looks to the skull, peering in through open sockets and gaps in the bone.

"Walter, can you get my flashlight out? Front pocket."