Anton made his way to the lake, though he told Trowa that he was on patrol, he only needed to go check out the dig site every day, he didn't need to go out to the rest of the area, it was sort of an excuse to get out every once in a while. He had first thought of throwing those things out into the lake, and they would sink down to the bottom, never to be founf for a long time, but he them thought of what they might do to the water, or the fish. He didn't want to take the chance that a lochness monster would come out of the lake and terrorise the townspeople, so he left them in the mine where they remain still. He sat there at the waters edge on a fallen log, "Why did we have to find those gears!?" he said, rather loudy, not realising his voice would carry over the lake and the mountains. He quickly stayed quiet, he would just think about it, but he always liked talking outloud, his thoughts have always been so loud over his own voicing thoughts{[???]} and he couldn't hear himself thinking... "I'll just stay here... for now. The lake view will get my mind off of things."