There wasn't an answer to the name, but there was a quick movement of feet in the hayloft, scurrying around. Sam lifted his flashlight up to see if he could track anything, but all he could see was a few bits of hay fall down between the cracks of the wood.

Sam looked at his son. There were two ladders leading up. He started towards one. "Kale? My name's Sam. We just want to see if you're ok. Can you come out?"

Still no response, but more scurrying.