"Yet another prom party game," Presley says with a sigh. "You know, I was just in one where we all had to bleed onto paper to make a symbol. If all of this doesn't lead to us finishing a horrible cult rite, it'll be a miracle." He rolls the glowing change jar in his hand, wondering if it's another placement puzzle like the tarot cards in Wyatt's memory, but nothing obvious stands out. The only unfinished task he sees here is packing boxes, and he's not about to do Bryce's job for him.

He looks from Winter to Ramona (now holding the tape gun, if they honestly have to start packing boxes, he's going to scream), and back again. "Did you see anything outside?"