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Santi has concocted a plan. A genius plan, a wonderful plan, a cunning plan. All he needs now is someone he knows to come outside and give him a bit of help with it, which is why Santi is standing in plain sight, at the edge of the woods, whereas usually he might have a touch more tact and prefer to duck behind something.
If you look at him too hard, he'll still vanish, of course, but here he is. Waiting, hopefully.