It was nearing 2 in the morning as Dallas and yourself rested in the lot, sharing a half burnt cigarette between one another.

".. You just gotta keep tryin'-"

He sighed, only to abruptly stop as a small series of coos came from somewhere within the darkness. His eyes briefly widened, his head whipping around in all directions.

He was immediately alert.

"D'you hear that?- oh christ.."

He asked you in a hushed tone, before an exasperated groan fell from his lips.

Beside him, nestled within the bushes and bramble, resided a little white barn owl. How it got there? Who knew!

The little white bird looked directly at him and produced another meek whine, its beady black eyes blinking slowly.