"Oh-" Well, he can explain in a minute. Wheelbarrow first. He stumbles his way to the shed in the low light, then pushes the creaky old door open and peers inside. There's an awful lot of dust in here, and many of the tools are scattered, or piled up in a corner - thanks, no doubt, to bored spirits as well as the flooding that thankfully didn't just knock the whole building down.

There's a wheelbarrow leaning upright against a wall, but as he reaches to pull it toward him, the wheel crumbles free of the frame and the body of the wheelbarrow crashes to the floor. There isn't much left of the rubber on the tire, so he's not even sure it's worth fixing, but he drags the metal shell out by a handle and sets it on the ground. Maybe it will at least work as a sort of sled?

Sure. Good enough. He drags it with him as he returns. "How about fixing one? That's probably easier than making one from scratch."