He had been walking around in his hometown, Burgess, and found that nature was flourishing.

That would be normal due to it was spring, usually, if he didn’t see someone who looked a little suspicious running their hand along a gardeners plants, in some random front yard. The person wasn’t acknowledged by the gardener who was planting, either… who is that?

He walked up, leaning on his cane as he watched the person who seemed mesmerized by the flowers. “And… who are you?” He asked.