Arriving outside, I met with Quinn. Both him and Charles were on patrol tonight. It was too quiet tonight, and my senses were going haywire, something was wrong, and I couldn’t figure out what it could be. I was hoping the cool night air would help me clear my mind, so I could get some sleep. Quinn gave me a puzzled look, before asking, “What are you doing out here, Violet?”
“I couldn’t sleep, something about tonight doesn’t feel right,” I replied.
He nodded in understanding, “I know the feeling, it is so quiet out here, too quiet.”
I listened closely and he was right. It was too quiet. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on ends. I couldn’t hear a single woodland animal that usually resides in the woods. Something felt wrong about it. I shook my head, and whispered, “Quinn,
