The town you’re in is Sleepy Hollow, New York. You’re in a quiet, small town. The year is 1776, October 28th. You see a tall man walking down the dirt road, into the small sleepy town you walked into earlier, also. To see him striding along, one might mistake him for a scarecrow eloped from a cornfield. He was tall, but exceedingly lank. His head was small and flat on top, with a long, snipe nose. It looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck. He’s wearing a casual outfit.

“hello!”

he smiles widely, continuing to walk down the long dirt road, taking long strides with his quick, yet long legs