[ It really was an end of the road for how much they could guess or get out of all this. Robby stares at the files longer, but it's just a frustrating mess, and he finally exhales, gives up on the futile effort. ]

We could write down everything we know, what we think is going on, and keep adding to it 'til something jumps out at us. [ He shrugs, a helpless expression on his face. ] I know it's nothing, but... collecting every idea and thinking of what we can do--it's all we've got right now.