Cameron Scott and Malcolm Brand reached the carriage in the desert. They could tell someone had added to their unpacked carnage.
"She's been here. I don't remember leaving that door open. It was locked from the inside. We only entered this door over here." Cam points out.
Rubbing sweat from his face on his sleeve Malcolm nodded, "Still no foot prints outside of the ones our boots left last visit. How is that possible?"
"I got no clue." Cam offers as he pulls his back pack from his shoulder.
Malcolm creases his brow, "You brought the diary box back?"
"Yeah! It felt too personal now that I know she's still alive. I figure we leave it here as a sign of trust. Maybe she will stop being skittish and come out of hiding again."
"Sound plan. Should have brought that top hat back too. Don't look good on you Buddy."
"We never did tease Elle and Ruby with those dresses. Sabbath might need those back too. Wasn't thinking." Cam shook his head.
Mal shrugs in response, "They're there when she comes back. Leave her a note."
"As if I have a pen and paper. I left it back in my room." The pilot rolls his eyes.
"Paper in that diary."
"I'm not going to intrude on her personal life. If she ever wants to talk about it I'm all ears."
"Doesn't sound much like you. All honorable."
"Respect!" Cam expresses.
Malcolm re-opens the Magician's box and finds a bottle of dried ink and a quilled pen.
"Here. Fill it with a little water and you have ink. This Primross guy had flyers for his Magic Shows. Write her a note on the back."
Approving the idea Cam did just that.
"Sabbath, I had no idea you were still alive. I'm returning your diary like a Gentleman. I swear I never read it. There is no need to fear us. I hope to see you again. If not please take care of yourself. Your friend Cameron."
Looking over his shoulder Malcolm nods, "Nice. Make's my eyes all misty."
"It is pretty dusty out here. Wanna borrow my Visine?" Cam laughs.
"Let's check out something while we're out here. No reason to waste our trip. Who knows she might be hold up in one of these boats."
Cam follows Malcolm's lead.
Their first stop found a World War 2 Flying Tiger bomber. It was an easy survey. It's landing left it mostly intact. Only it's landing gear was busted up. Small tears in it's left wing. The windshield still in it's frame only webbed from it's impact in the dirt. Even it's trail left in the sand was still evident.
In the cockpit was the corpse of a man wearing an Army issue uniform. This included Aviation goggles. Dog tags dangled around his bones. Leather bomber jacket still in good shape. Cam carefully reached in and saluted the man before removing the tags. The jacket wasn't his size.
"Rest well, Vincent."
Malcolm also saluted the man from the outside, "1944."
"Looks like the right year. Too bad this baby couldn't be detailed. Little fixing up I might be able to fly this thing."
"Maybe we got a tow truck hiding in our house." Mal chuckles.
"Or a hangar. Ship that size has room for everything."
"You know I'll help you tune it up. Might be cool to use on scouting missions."
"Question is...can anything with power fly? I mean look at all the crashes. I totally lost power once we ended up here." Cam acknowledges.