A warmth ran through him, there really was something there. A presence inside the rock. Or perhaps the rock itself was alive. But then a plea, pins and needles and the urge to look to the side, to the bridge...

"I think they want our help..." He said softly, looking up at Murphy. "Did you feel? It wants us to look at the Bridge..."

He doesn't sense any danger, whatever this presence is it feels... Calming.