"Who?" Ritchie asked.
"That old guy and… isn't that what's-her-name from Osco?"
"Do the doors still work?" Betty asked in a shaky voice.
They did, and the four of them crawled out the driver's side and slowly made their way on unsteady feet toward the body.
"You got one!" shouted the old man.
"Justin…" the girl admonished.
"You know him?" Ritchie asked, pointing to the man the coat.
"Never seen him before, but I'm guessing he's one of them."
"How do you know?" Betty asked.
And, coincidentally, the contents of a clipboard came fluttering down upon them like leaves.