“First place I looked,” Shawn said. “It was at the lost and found.”

Gus stared at him. “You went straight to the lost and found desk?”

“Of course,” Shawn said. “Why search if there’s a chance someone else has already found it?”

“You let me hunt for hours in the blazing sun.”

“I couldn’t be sure.”

“But you were sure,” Gus said. “After you got it back. And you still let me stay out there.”

“It was for your own good,” Shawn said. “Immersion therapy. To help you get over your irrational fear of being lost in the wilderness. This stupid dream is crippling you. And believe me, I know how bad a recurring dream can be.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t have done this to me,” Gus said.

“It’s not like I’ve been taking it easy,” Shawn said. “I had my own version of immersion therapy.”

“You did?”

“Yes. I had to get over my irrational fear of ice-cream sandwiches,” Shawn said. “It took a lot of tries, but I think I’m almost there. Want to help me finish it off?”

Gus tried to stay angry, but the thought of ice cream pushed everything out else out of his brain. And after they’d emptied the snack bar’s freezer chest, he felt so happily sated that he couldn’t bring himself to darken the mood with even well-deserved negativity.

Shawn, apparently, didn’t have the same problem. Gus looked up over his last bite of ice-creamy goodness and was about to propose they move on to the burger stand when he noticed Shawn staring off into the distance, looking troubled.

“Is something wrong?” Gus said.

“Is something wrong?” Shawn repeated. “Oh, yes, my friend, there’s something wrong. Something very, very wrong.”

“Oh, yes, my friend?” Gus said. “You mean it’s something so bad you’re required to talk like a character in one of those Raiders of the Lost Ark rip-offs Tom Selleck used to star in?”