Fog never failed to show up in time each morning. It always covered the forest outside, veiling it in even deeper mysteries. Theodore could only watch the scenery from a locked window, his mind a jumbled mess of various thoughts.

It's been a few days since he'd been kidnapped by this strange being. Theodore was conflicted. He wasn't sure if he missed home, but he also had to admit his current predicament wasn't horrible. The creature, called by many 'The Guest', took him to a small, old house so deep into the forest, that you had the feeling it would disappear if you so much as looked away for a moment. He was being kept locked up inside, carefully barricaded and safe, among a plethora of all sorts of other items, presumably also stolen.

Despite being frightened at first, he soon came to realize he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger. In fact, the Guest treated him fairly nice. Better than his wife did, at least.