Wilson curls his claws in and withdraws his hand, but doesn't seem too distraught about being denied the lighter. "Oh, you need specifics." He mocks and clasps his claws behind his back while the shadows turn Dustin upside down and start carrying him back in the direction of the lake, with Wilson following behind. "I was going to keep it dry."

What else was he going to do with it? Produce a shadow cigar and light it? No. That was Maxwell's thing. But he can't toss a glownie into the lake anymore, so instead of testing the glowing creature's swimming skills, Dustin will now assist him in a few other experiments.