After a long and circuitous hike, I finally made it to the river, and swam out to where the other three mannies floated at the bottom, anchored to a submerged branch. Despite the maintenance roamers’ best efforts, the mannies were accumulating, er, something. Mildew? Seaweed? Whatever it was, it made them look more like the Swamp Thing than Quinlans. Hugh would have to do some cleanup when he finally activated one.