"Okay. Bear tracks, miscellaneous Charlie possessions, plenty of blood, maybe a hand or something, I bet the Yeerk is carrying his gun everywhere so maybe we fire a few slugs into a tree trunk, me and Andi sit at home until it's been long enough that we get worried, we 'try his phone', we call his co-workers, they find that a bear has mauled our fishing father and dragged him into the river, meanwhile Charlie himself is off safely elsewhere and his Yeerk is - I don't know if it'll be a useful bargaining chip later to have one on hand but we can't feed it, so probably just squished."