Presley looks away for a second, not wanting to answer the question. "Tang, O'Malley and Deverill are all accounted for. I mean, they're all likely lighting something on fire or terrorizing someone, but they're here—" He twirls a finger in the air. "—like us."

That's five out of ten. Presley studies Uriah, who wears an uncommonly serious expression. "What about, ah... Zettler...?"