We just need to wait. Something will happen at the end of all this - one way or another.

[The Balladeer is possibly one of the people here most likely to be able to do something, change something...but he also knows that if he's in deadland, he can't. It's a terrible contradiction.]

Sometimes, in...things...like this, the dead can find a way to talk to the living somehow. Like haunting them, or - wait, you guys weren't leaving those weird carvings around the school, were you?