Sparks patted the belts on his hips. "Me neither. And while I'm glad to have my clothes back, it woulda been nice of my guns were in these holsters. Guess we're just gonna have to stay on our toes, and deal with any problems mano a mano."

He cracked his knuckles for effect. He wasn't going to let some haunted museum get the better of him.

As for the footprints, Sparks nods at Zelda. "We ain't got much else to go on right now. Might as well follow 'em and see what happens." And he would lead the way, of course.