He shakes his head, trying to encompass--the five years, the ignorance his weeks and others' year hasn't filled in. They're low on proof, if not low on ideas or possible expertise. There's a hospital, people to run it, people to grow crops--but no one with he's met with a solid idea of the point.

Maybe that guy who made the map, wherever he fucked off to.

"I guess I don't know that it's not, but--a year, people trapped in a canyon? If someone can see us, and we're still here, then the access is at least restricted to someone responsible or totally uncaring. I guess what I'm saying is, it's sinister as fuck, or we've just been carted off somewhere the google Earth van doesn't visit."