[Once he’s seated Zoey sits down beside him and starts rummaging in her bag looking for a bottle of water. As she does, she looks up at him.] A lot, and most of it sounds certifiable. No electricity, except on the nights of the Aurora. Wildlife that looks to have been influenced by… something else. A little bigger, a little stronger, and a lot more determined. Sometimes there are other things. Like the fog. Some of us spent sometime haunted by our own doppelgangers. That sort of thing.

[Water bottle in hand, she’ll reach for his hands and if he lets her, she’ll start rinsing them off, touch gentle.]

And there’s something else. From what we’ve learned it’s called the Darkwalker. It’s a part of the folklore, here. It’s huge, and the only people who have seen it have died. And they died fucking terrified. But you can sense it. It’s… fear, all encompassing, the desperate drive to hide, to go indoors and close the curtains.