Neal shouldered his pack and fell into line, waiting for Richard and Bill to take their places. A little voice in the back of his head -- one he most often identified as Peter -- told him that this was an awful idea, that he was just going to get himself in trouble, and what was he going to do with gold he couldn't spend, anyhow?

As he occasionally did in real life, he ignored that voice and plastered a broad grin on his face.

"Alright! Let's head out and find us some gold. Or ghosts. Or ghosts protecting the gold. Right."