"We got bored," Dylan answers simply, shrugging. He takes a half-step back out of the way, letting Merritt get a look at what he found. "But yeah, here."

It's a standard numerical keypad, though hell if Dylan or the Horsemen beyond him know what the code might be. Worse comes to worst, between the four of them, they might have some ideas, but he figures Merritt can take a crack at it, first. It's his head, after all; maybe that counts for something, as far as the code goes.