Sam carefully pours a thick line of salt across the broken width, making sure to extend it far enough on either side to keep there from being any break. He repeats the process, doubling it, and then twists the sack shut and returns to the car.

"There."

The bag goes back in the trunk on top of the wooden box, and Sam starts to close it, then hesitates, glancing from it to Andrew.

"You need anything from in here?"