[Clark rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.]

No. Or- Well I don't think so. Nothing I could remember anyways.

[And he doesn't want to bring up the fact that the only thing he knew about the grave was that something about it had made him sick. That feels like something he should keep to himself.

He pauses and steps back.]

I'm not sure. I wonder- I wonder if it's supposed to make sense to us yet.