Duncan sat comfortably in his dark cabin as snow gently pattered against the roof. The fire crackling in the corner and his feet resting on the coffee table as he stared at the TV, his mind off elsewhere and thinking deeply about some things.

The leather couch squeaked under his weight, the window behind the TV having the perfect view of the snow-covered ground. He paused, and Duncan swore he saw something duck past. He stayed alert as he stared at the window, rubbing his chin as he watched.