[Taking a deep breath, the hand that had lifted to catch her was pulled back since Raylan figured she had enough of her feet underneath her to remain standing, he worried that he was going to make things worse, again.]

My theory? Cultists worshipin' somethin'. Maybe that somethin' is real. Is the fog. People who walk into it die of asphyxiation. Like all the oxygen has been pulled out of the air. Other times it.. drives us.. [ Mad with fear. Raylan forced a little smile onto his face, chin lifting as he pushed all that back into a box. ]

But it also seems that if you do what this place wants, things are better for ya.