You Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance...

He had certainly chosen an interesting time to return home. Things were about to get interesting real quick, and the anticipation to start stuff with Armada was making him itch. He grinned as he sauntered towards the Orchard, though almost as soon as he arrived, he felt something was...off. Or different? He usually wasn't one to hesitate at all, but something definitely felt different. The evening seemed darker than normal, but he attributed that to it being Winter. That was normal, wasn't it?

He could feel the cold air against his skin more than usual, and as he stood there, the hairs on the back of his neck started to rise. He shivered, feeling a little uneasy, and as he took a few steps forward, he swore he thought he saw a shadow of movement between the trees. Everything was dead quiet. As far as he could tell, there wasn't anyone else around, and if there was, he couldn't hear or smell them. What the hell was going? Was he imagining things?