"Th– hello there."

"How are you?"

"I – a bit tired, actually. You?"

"Not bad. How's it going?"

"… I'm settling in fine?"

"I've never been to Portland. Is it like the show?"

"I actually haven't watched it."

"Makes sense. Is it kind of a hippy-dippy liberal enclave where no one wears real clothes, is what I meant."

Shrug. "There are definitely a few weird people like that."

"So I think you should meet my friend."

"– Your friend?"

"Yeah. He was trying to decide werecoyote we should meet. Since you probably deserve to know what's going on around here." 

"Decide – uh, where, we should meet?"

"Yup. We should meet him pretty kitsune, wouldn't want to delay."

"… As far as I know foxes have nothing to do with this?"

"How about those animal attacks? Pretty messed up."

"I don't know that they were foxes? But yes, animal attacks are… usually pretty messed up."

"Yeah, pretty messed up. If you want to hear more, we should probably talk soon."

"… More about the horrifying animal attacks?"

"Yeah, that. Nice meeting you."

Frown. "You too."

The rest of the day is his!

Freedom, how sweet it tastes.

He's unfortunately a little distracted from his freedom right now.

Note to self: werecoyotes, kitsune, animal attacks, weird possibly-Isaac. Mysterious headache.

Shaking his head a bit, he starts on his way home.

He is uninterrupted. 

Animal attacks only happen at night, of course.

Of course.

He eats a snack, then goes up to his room to start some history. Like he said he would.

And keeps an eye on the window.