Merlin rolls his eyes at Mary Grace's question and moves around her to follow after Trudy. This might not be exciting, but it's the only unexpected thing they've seen all day, so it at least warrants a look. He glances at the pile of bricks and the rotten wood before making his way over to the asphalt slab leaned against the tree and tilts his head thoughtfully. "...Wonder how long this stuff's been out here," he murmurs to no one in particular. The tree isn't that old, so it can't have been all that long, right?

But does that matter?