It seemed as though Locke wasn't the only one reluctant, because a few moments after they had separated and Locke was well on his way to setting up the brewer and pulling out a pan or two, Weiler joined him as well, one of Locke's T-shirts thrown over his own sleeping clothes and a small department store bag in hand.

"I forgot this," Weiler said, holding the bag out to Locke. The tiny bag was weighed down exactly by one pair of normal socks and one pair of...appropriately lizard-patterned ones. "They ran out of iguana."