Brenden turned around as he felt a peculiar sensation coming from the rear of their group. His eyes shifted around nervously as he tried to make sense of it. Only the disgruntled expressions of the crew met his gaze. 'Wasn't there someone else?'
He quickly counted the number of their group. 'Forty-seven. Yeah, that's right. Guess it was nothing then.' With a confused expression, he turned back to face the front and continued to shuffle onwards. A few minutes passed before he felt the same strange sensation again.
He quickly swivelled on the spot, only to meet the curious gazes of the crew that were paying any attention to him. His eyes darted around as he began to count again. 'Ten… twenty-five… thirty-four… Forty-six.' He counted once again, just to make sure that he had not miscounted. 'Forty-six. Nobody is missing.'