For a moment, just a moment, and Jacob looks like he's going to argue. Then he reconsiders and shrugs. "I'm not about to stab you. But I can't say I've never told a lie in my life. Don't think any were worth making such a fuss over."

Although possibly lying to his father about going out at night drinking and playing cards with thieves, cut-purses and thugs might have been. Certainly, his father thought so. But Ethan Frye is not here, even if his shadow lingers.

"But you're right. This place is trying to get into our heads. We need to work together and find what we're looking for. These things aren't helping." He agrees, looking at Marty and gesturing towards the paths out of this little clearing. "Which way?"