It was a beautiful night, Song could take solace in that. Eden wasn't Great Basin, that was sure, but it certainly was pretty. It was similar enough that he could make out the paths and routes, but it wasn't his park. It wasn't home.

Gods Song hated being homesick. Especially when he could go back at any moment. He had a job to commit to afterall.

Sleep likely wouldn't allow it yet, so Song settled for patrolling the area surrounding the main house.