[ You know what, Johnny, it's really rude to call a vague facsimile of the place he grew up as "shit", but he'll forgive it.

Or not, really. The place does look dilapidated, with all of the water still spilling from somewhere above. ]

Oh, does it?

[ His voice echoes off from one of the tops of the buildings. Johnny will see the glowing eyes of one of the archaeologists, peeking out from an alley. A swollen, too-large hand grips the edge of it, and starts to pull himself forward. ]

I'll admit, I would prefer for you all to be stopped here, yes. There's so much to do, you see, and I hate to admit it, but I have none of the patience that the good doctor had for bothering with the lot of you all.

[ A shot rings out, aiming for his shoulder. (Silco is not a crack shot.) ]

Maybe you should turn back, and accept the fate that we have in store for you.