Once again, a confused look crosses the man's face but, this time, it's not because of the mud on his face. He just looks at you, trying to take in the answer you've provided. It's almost as if he's considering the answer and debating whether he believes the story or not.

"It's... a prototype? A prototype of what exactly?" It's clear that Clark has a lot of questions and he's not about to let them rest anytime soon. He looks at you with an inquisitive look, as if he's willing to hear you out but is also ready to catch you out, "Why does it produce a light in the shape of an animal? What's the use in that?" There was a slight pause in his question - relieved? - before he started to ask again. "Before... you came, it was cold. Cold everywhere. And I heard... things. But... but the minute you came and produced that... light, it went away. All of it. I... how?!"

Your questions were also going to be answered but the answers might not be as satisfactory as you'd expect. "I... don't remember. I don't remember any of it. I just got here all of a sudden and then it started getting... cold. I don't even want to remember it. Any of it..."