[ Thank you for that, Wesley. Has he mentioned how glad he is that he knows you? Because he is so, so very glad. ]

For one thing, you don't know the skeletons are dead. They're aliens; they could be made that way.

And if you don't mind, I'd rather not think of Barnaby as some kind of reanimated entity, doomed to serve out eternity here.

[ He's going to like that thought even less in two days from now, when he's plagued with hallucinations of the man himself. He's changing this subject.

Well, minimally. ]

But at least that explains where David is. He borrowed my shovel. Perhaps you're right.