StV: Florida Man, part eight

"Hold up!" said Gaunt. 

Rachel let the fan cycle down, slowing them and making it easier to hear. 

"He's... He's behind us somehow. We just went past him." Gaunt looked confused.

Rachel looked around at the expanse of water-soaked grasslands. "Where?"

"Right... right there." Gaunt was pointing. "Sort of. It's still fuzzy."

"There's nothing there," said Steve, looking over the side of the boat as Rachel brought it around. "Son, if you're fucking with us..."

"Shapechanger?" asked Tempest. 

Gaunt shook his head, uncertain. "I'd still be able to sense him clearly at this range."

Cloudburst considered that for a moment. Gaunt's ability to detect him had gone "fuzzy" and he obviously wasn't where Gaunt's ability said he should. "Maybe... Gaunt? Forget about where he is now. Where do we need to go to get to him? Can you point us to that?"

Gaunt straightened and turned to look back at her. "You want me to... Oh. Oh." After a moment he lifted his hand and pointed off to their left -- to Port, Cloudburst thought. "We're going to have to push through the grass a bit," he said, then glanced back at Rachel. "Sorry."

"Can't be a cave," Steve said, but this time he sounded more thoughtful than irritable. 

"No," said Gaunt. "Whatever this is, it's much weirder than that."

"All right, kids," said Steve. "It's your show. I'm just here to finalize the arrest. Show us where to go."

"That way," said Gaunt, "as slow as possible. I've... I've never felt anything like this before, but... there are going to be turns."