Wyatt busied his hands with the gift, digging out the small note as Ellie and Joel made their promises behind him. Doing his damnedest to ignore the way the hallway seemed to grow darker. Colder.

A tomb.

"...It's from Timeaus," he replied, glancing at Ellie as she perched next to him.

Dropping the note back into the can, he pulled out the thick bottle, amber liquor sloshing gently.

"Whiskey." Of all things.