[ Scout himself circles the bed, inspecting it. It's the same one he had, he decides, seeing as it's got the same carvings he made in it with a spoon. ]

Best thing I can figure is they're tryin' ta get us to kill each other over it... Or I guess... Yeah, they could be mad about dat whole killin' dat guy thing.

[ He gets down on his hands and knees and lays on his belly on the floor, peering under the mattress to be sure there isn't any more sabotage. ]