A dark-skinned man with dark sunglasses that concealed his eyes, a white paper hat and an apron with a mustard stain on it was standing at the hot dog stand when Jones approached it, as he immediately recognized him as the owner of the stand. "Ziegler, I'd like for you to meet Charles right now, but we have to keep things brief. You called the police about a potential bomb threat, right?" Jones asked, checking around the area to see if a bomb was nearby. Ziegler quickly replied, "Exactly. As far as I can tell, blind people always have better hearing and senses, so my instincts told me that there was a bomb coming from a car over there...one that's had its ignition on all day." A quick search was all that it took for Jones to realize that the car was actually off and the ticking noise was coming from somewhere else, quickly detecting it from the trunk. However, the trunk refused to budget as the car lurched for a bit, Jones calling out, "Charles! Help me over here, I have no idea how long this bomb will stay disarmed!" as he tried to pop the trunk off of the car.