A conflicting trail, and a surprise.

6+4-1 Sharp = 9 - hold 1. Daisy spends her hold to ask, "Where did it go?"

Daisy steps cautiously into the narrow alley, moving slowly around a corner to the back of the bar. She scans the ground and the walls until she finds the angle she recognizes from Ali's photo. Ok, so she was lying about there...

Moving closer to where she thinks the body was, Daisy crouches and looks carefully around the area. So the woman was found here...but if this was a monster, why wasn't she injured? Why the mushrooms? She glances around. And...where did the monster go?

As if in answer to her question, she suddenly spots something: a faint track, a disturbance in the dust. Well, something moved through here...left the woman's body...came over to this wall, and... She squints, looking at a spot on a gutter where a screw has been knocked loose. ...did it climb up the drainpipe? I think it did! Something did, anyway... Glancing back to where the body was, though, she frowns. But from the way trash is scattered away from her...it looks like something also went...toward the end of the alley? Could there be...two of them?

Just as she's thinking that and gazing toward the dead end of the alleyway, there's a rustling noise, like something moving down there. Daisy takes a step backward, heart pounding. "H-Hello??" she calls.

There's more rustling, and something moves among the dumpsters and piles of trash bags in the shadowy cul-de-sac. Then, to Daisy's surprise, a tan-skinned woman in her late 20s staggers out from between the dumpsters. She's wearing a blue dress and she's barefoot - looking around at Daisy in seeming shock and confusion, her dark hair hanging limp about her face, she says, "Help?"

Inside, Daryl's brought his laptop out and opened it on the bar. He clicks through some program and pulls up a grainy, black-and-white video. "So, yeah, this is what the cameras got last night." Stepping aside, he lets Ali and Mike peer at it. The woman Ali found dead has staggered into the camera's view, leaning against the wall. It does indeed look like she's drunk - or sick. Daryl pauses it. "There ya go. She heads over that way and lies down against the wall."

"Can I see?" Mike asks. Daryl shrugs and gestures to the laptop. Mike leans in and presses play again. Ali leans over his shoulder to watch.